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Everything spun. Trent's head pounded. His stomach was twisted by nausea. Somewhere in the mental static and blunt trauma, Saint Jimmy whispered:

 [b]"<Fuck...fuck...fuck...we're going to die here. Get up, kid. Come on.>"[/b] 

There was struggling outside of Trent's head too: fighting and banging and dust welling up along the ground. A piece of asphalt shrapnel bounced harmlessly along the ground in the dust in front of Trent's head. Dust and smoke drifted into his limited view. As he slowly pulled his head up, Trent heard screams. 

[quote] "GET OUTTA THERE SQUIRT."[/quote] 
There was an unnatural sound: a squishing, ripping, horrible sound. Then another scream. 

[quote] "CAELA!" [/quote] 

Saint Jimmy's voice erupted in Trent's head like thunder. 

[b]"<HOLY SHIT!>"[/b] it roared. [b]"<KID, WE NEED TO GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE.>"[/b] Trent cried out in pain, and his vision went white. He blinked, and there was a hand at hiss back. Slowly, Trent rose to his feet, supported by the girl in the yellow hat. The kid with the guitar was helping Finn, who too seemed out of sorts.

[quote] "it's going to be alright, we just need to get away, so help me out here." [/quote] 

"Okay..." Trent said. "I can...I can stand...I think." He stood under his own power momentarily, staggered slightly, the world spinning, then leaned on Isla again, though less weightily. Part of him wanted to ask what had happened, having not seen it himself, but another part knew: there was a powerful spectral presence behind them, where he'd heard the ripping and screaming. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before, stronger than any graveyard phantasm, even stronger than the faceless creature on the boat. All of them together had no chance of fighting it; they had to run. 

[quote] "I might be able to teleport us outta here if that thing tries to follow us." [/quote] 

Trent fought the urge to mention his aura: if they didn't get away from that thing, it could follow them and they'd all die. These were good people...he couldn't let himself be a burden to them- 

[b]"<Forget it, kid,>"[/b] Saint Jimmy said. [b]"<You met these teenaged fucks an hour ago. All that matters is that we get away from this thing alive and in one piece."[/b] 

"I guess..." Trent mumbled under his breath. He looked up at Isla "How far...can you teleport us?"