Henry had been in a cab on the road when the snow started. Snow? In July? That got him out of the cab, his hand cupped to see if the snow was real. A moment later, it didn't matter, as he watched in growing alarm as the figure of a girl appeared out of nowhere. His eyes widened as she fully formed.
WALTER! The name echoed in his mind and he unconsciously reached for the medicine bag necklace he'd been given while hanging out with Solvei. For the briefest of moments he was panicking and ready to run, and then his brow slammed down and he started breathing again. He didn't know this was Walter, and even if it was, he'd taken him once before. He could do it again.
"EVERYBODY MOVE! MOVE MOVE MOVE!" He was screaming at the top of his lungs as he darted forward, shoving people out of the way as the skull - a ghost as well, he thought - tried to dive at them. "GET MOVING IF YOU DON'T WANT TO DIE!" Off to the side, he saw someone trying to take a picture and couldn't help the look of disgust on his face. Jesus Christ, this guy is a fucking-
The flash snapped and the skull reeled as if it had been struck. -a fucking GENIUS! Henry's eyes widened and he darted over to the man. He was clearly a photographer, and the camera was a good one. If the situation wasn't dire, Henry would have been impressed. This time, he just barreled into the man, yanking the camera away from him. "I need to borrow this," he snapped, and then shoved him in the direction that everyone else was running. "Move!" And then he was gone back into the crowd, trying to keep people from getting struck by either ghosts.