Re: Michael/Janus - No. 5
"The Birds," he agreed, not really considering how completely redundant it was, of course it was The Birds, he'd have to be an alien not to get that reference, it was completely unnecessary to point it out. By the time she had her hand on his arm, there was no sign of whatever strange flare of not-of-this-world had enveloped him for a moment. There was no sign he'd noticed it, either.
She was warm to the touch, and he clasped her hand tightly. If something else sprung up after them, he was absolutely not going to lose her. "Me? Why not you?" It was almost a joke, despite the insanity, and he was kind of proud of that.
He ran away from the forest. Clear away, opposite direction. It seemed the only thing to do - what, were they going to run into the source of the nightmare? If they could make it downtown there would surely be people, shops, places to get clear of monsters that swarmed through the ground and moved in perfectly malicious patterns. "So I don't know what those were," he said, "But they weren't birds." It was more than an obvious statement of not knowing, considering his encyclopedic knowledge of creatures both mythic and the rumored.