Indus

“So,” asked Nick from the shadows. “Just how bad is it back there?”
     “Well,” said Atalanta. “The party’s over, so they say. Someone ended up smashing through one of those big coffee tables—I don’t know how—and everyone just scattered.”
     “Anyone hurt?”
     “A record body count,” said Atalanta. “. . . but it looks like you made it out okay.”
     “Well, I can run pretty fast,” said Nick. “And I’m very good in the woods.”
     “You know they’re still looking for you, right?” said Atalanta. “You might not want to go home for awhile.”
     “’I’ll build myself a fire. Don’t worry.”