The minute the other man yelled, Woody's stomach did a back-flip. "AHH!" As he waved the flashlight upward, he whipped his clothes rod through the air in a desperate attempt to shield themselves. "Back! Get back!" There was something up there, and it was gonna swoop down on them, and--

Wait. Wait. Willing himself to grow still for a second, Woody narrowed his eyes and peered into the dark. Nothing. They were...safe? The realization nearly made his knees grow weak with relief. As he turned toward the young man next to him, though, he couldn't fight the subsequent wave of frustration.

"Don't scare me like that!" he hissed.