For the first time during the night, and during Slade's chase, he blinked. What... did he just see? Did he imagine the girl? He felt the air where she was and couldn't feel any trace of the person who was there before. He crossed his arms.
Had he really... imagined the whole thing? But why? For what reason would he do that? Was he finally losing his grip on reality? He already began to notice that the world looked less like reality and more like some ethereal, dark nightmare that he was continuously having, but... he didn't think he'd gone so far as to begin imagining things.
He repeated her name with a quiet tone, as if possessed by it.
"Lacie Travis..." he said once. "Lacie Travis... Lacie Travis... Lacie Travis..."
He turned around as slowly as he'd came and walked off, repeating the name as he did like a possessed madman.