The voice was high-pitched and familiar, but Thomas was too deep in a fog of exhaustion to place it. He flinched, his heart hammering against his ribs as he looked up. For a second, he thought he saw a figure leaning over the edge of the rooftop, but when he blinked and squinted against the morning glare, there was no one there.
I'm hallucinating, he thought, rubbing his eyes. The sleep deprivation is finally winning.
He turned toward the gate of his building, wanting nothing more than to crawl into his bed and disappear for twenty-four hours. But just as his hand touched the iron latch, the gate swung open with violent force. A figure blurred through the opening, a mass of limbs and frantic energy.
"YOU'RE BACK! YOU'RE BACK! HE IS HERE, COME ON, EVERYONE!"
