He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it. Also, its breath was smoke, which meant that his bed appeared to be on fire. He tried to meet its gaze but couldn’t quite tell where to look. He felt its claws kneading him. “You don’t exist on this side of the park.” This one thinks it knows everything. The kneading grew more enthusiastic. Andrew grimaced. Drops of blood appeared on his bare chest. He felt the lizard shift position. What do you desire? “I’d need to make a list. Can I get up? My notepad is on the dresser.” No. What is the one thing? “It isn’t just one thing.” It is. He closed his eyes. “There is something.” We can give it to you. “Really?” Yes. Would you like to make a deal? “What do I have to give in return?” You know. He swallowed. “Okay. I accept.” The salamander paused, one claw still on his chest. You are certain? “Yes. Do it.” The claw sliced him open. He screamed. The salamander reached both paws into his chest, tugging on the sides of the incision.
