Sally had been walking down the street, hunched over in Granny Flores's old overcoat again.
And... there was a firebreathing monster flying around.
Panic-inducing, certainly, but it doesn't appear to be the kind of panicking that makes her run or freeze.
There's a small young tree, tall but quite thin, growing along the sidewalk. And somehow she just knows -- 'knows' -- that she could hit this thing with it. That she's capable of using it that way.
Sally sets her hands on it and braces herself.
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