Night-Springs

Epilogue When the fingers of dawn crawled over the rocky, desert landscape, Emma finally felt safe. She stood with the others on the roof of Motor Hall, watching. They'd stayed up all night, insisting on helping her clean up the mess. Alan reassured her that it was over, that Mr. Scr*tch would trouble her no more. She turned to him. "What would you have done if I'd failed, if he would have killed me?" "But you didn't, and he didn't," Alan said, "and that's all that matters. I knew you could do it." "And," Alice added, "If he'd tried to mess with us, I brought plenty of camera equipment to make him think twice. I'd have liked to see him ju