“Amilie, I’m sure you’ve read Tuck Everlasting.” Amilie gasped as she saw the relevance. “Our stories are much the same. With some minor… and major tweaks. Nathalie Babbit is one of us. In a way, her story told the world about us.”
“Where’s Florence?” She suddenly asked Guillaume. “The Slythers are outside.” Scratching noises flooded the room, as the Slythers beat their way into the room.
“I have two questions for you: Do you trust me? And Can you swim?” Without waiting for an answer, he hoisted her out the window. Quickly, he followed her, just as they tore open the door.
Surprisingly, Florence and Mathieu were waiting in the water below. Florence was clutching Mathieu desperately. “What now?” Guillaume looked into the eyes of everyone.
“We swim ashore.” Mathieu started off, with Florence under his arm.
“Stop!” screamed Amilie. “Guillaume is on the boat!” She whirled towards the imposter. “You! You are not Guillaume!” The Slyther disintegrated into the water.