If Kurt had been a real person, he would have probably run him over on the way, but as it happened, he just zipped by and shouted the alert at him, and then kept going. Spocklar was still learning the realms of the Other, and a lot of that through exploration or Sharley's knowledge, because if he wandered off it wasn't such a big deal. He did know to stay away from Old Echo, and he had no desire to go back. But he had been nearby Sharley when it happened, already in the dead meadow, and he started running the way Kurt had come.
But by the time he got there, it was too late. He found her in a patch of red grass--red like the sky. Spocklar didn't like red. He couldn't even get close at first without feeling a punch in the gut memory. Large amounts of red made the memory come out and claw at him, pushing him around until he wanted to rip it out, but he couldn't. But Sharley was more important than the Fathers were.
He walked a little closer and dropped down on his knees, reaching out to shake her shoulder as if she was playing a frightful game. "Sharley? Wake up.." he said in a strained voice. "Please?"