Turning back toward the darkened mouth of the broken door, Tara stared into the blackness trying to see either Kanz or the other thing that had definitely tried to kill them. Aunt Mary Lin slumped slightly beside Tara and leaned heavily on her arm.  "Twere them... 'both' a 'em... wee folk..."<br/><br/>A few of the townsfolk came towards the two seeing something was amiss.  Unsure of what to saw or what to think, she stood quietly with her aunt, her head still smarting from the door.  Right now part of her so wanted to go get on a plane and head home to the States where things like wee people didn't try to stab you in the back... or dip their caps in your blood to keep them red.