DAWN’S JUST ABOUT at the other end of the lake when she looks back across the water, and that’s when she sees Warden.

He’s just coming out of the trees on the far shore. He’s running, but in that way athletic people sometimes do where it doesn’t look like they’re expending any effort at all.

Dawn catches herself staring. Like in that sick, fascinated way you would stare at, like, a big hornet. Or a poisonous snake. Or, I don’t know, a police car you just blew past at twenty-five over the speed limit.

Like when you know it’s dangerous and possibly fatal to just stop and stare, but something triggers in your mind and you can’t take your eyes away.

That’s how Dawn feels, watching Warden. He runs down to the shore of the lake and then starts along the trail that skirts the water. He is as big and dangerous and unstoppable as any monster in any horror movie. Dawn watches him and knows she should run, but she can’t.

She’s frozen.

And then Warden looks up and sees her and he starts to run faster.

And suddenly Dawn is unfrozen again.