On his third morning at Landel's, Eugene Fitzherbert woke with a splitting headache.
It wasn't that his leg didn't hurt--it did--but his head ached more. They hadn't even gotten to Rapunzel's room last night. The shadow that attacked the Once-ler had taken up all their time. And it had looked like Sora. Eugene had never met the kid in person, so he still tried to convince himself that it had been a coincidence, that the Once-ler was mistaken even though it had been publicly known the boy was ill. He didn't know what if the Once-ler was right.
Walking into the Sun Room that morning, he pointedly avoided the bulletin board. He didn't want to read about patients transforming, particularly if one of them had actually attacked them. (He didn't want to read about it period, but the merest suggestion that it had been Sora made it so much worse.)
"Zachary? Honey, are you feeling all right? You're a little pale. Come sit next to Mr. Miyamoto while I go find some aspirin."
Another kid. If Eugene had been perfectly honest with himself, he would have admitted that "Mr. Miyamoto" really didn't look all that much younger that Rapunzel, but all he could think of was Sora.
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It wasn't that his leg didn't hurt--it did--but his head ached more. They hadn't even gotten to Rapunzel's room last night. The shadow that attacked the Once-ler had taken up all their time. And it had looked like Sora. Eugene had never met the kid in person, so he still tried to convince himself that it had been a coincidence, that the Once-ler was mistaken even though it had been publicly known the boy was ill. He didn't know what if the Once-ler was right.
Walking into the Sun Room that morning, he pointedly avoided the bulletin board. He didn't want to read about patients transforming, particularly if one of them had actually attacked them. (He didn't want to read about it period, but the merest suggestion that it had been Sora made it so much worse.)
"Zachary? Honey, are you feeling all right? You're a little pale. Come sit next to Mr. Miyamoto while I go find some aspirin."
Another kid. If Eugene had been perfectly honest with himself, he would have admitted that "Mr. Miyamoto" really didn't look all that much younger that Rapunzel, but all he could think of was Sora.
...He hadn't yet noticed the ears.