There was something new down there… something we couldn’t explain, or express in the words we knew.
“Something new” is also lacking in explanation. It was unrecognizable, undefined, inconceivable. It was completely, appallingly, new.
She should have known better; she should have listened to that little crawling instinct of preservation that was crawling around inside that adventurous mind of hers. She should have been more careful, more afraid.
The police had questions; the doctors had questions. Her parents had questions.
How do you explain to your girlfriend’s parents’ how something that you can’t explain ravaged her left side, destroying ribs and taking her arm?
Needless to say we have problems.
It’s still down there…