Michael doesn’t quite know how they moved from his arms to the floor. He felt it happen but he missed the part where it was him who did it. There’s no use thinking about it now. He kneels over them, tries to steady their head. The shadows are still everywhere. It’s all freaking him out.
“Lee, there are no birds.” There’s a sharp pain in his chest. Maybe he’ll have a heart attack. Parts of him seem to be going numb. Both of them are sweating, he just can’t stop sweating, it’s so hot. “We’re staying here. You have to tell me what to do, I don’t know what you need, what if you die? What if you die?!”
Something nearby—maybe a lamp—falls off a table and breaks.