While Cranston and Denise were fighting with blades of grass just to pass time, Zakaria caught a squirrel and let it go only to capture it again soon after it started to run away.

Zakaria repeated this enough times to make the squirrel just give up on running away. Even when he let go of it, it didn’t flee but stayed there.

In the background, Shadow was fighting yawns, and he lightly slapped himself a couple of times. “Don’t sleep, you idiot,” he scolded himself. “If you snooze in an enemy's territory, you won’t be able to defend yourself when they come at us, and your head will fly. You can’t ever let that happen. You must see your lord and bring him home. Don’t relax your spine until then.”

The purple lights in the garden were eerie to look at, and the darkness all around didn’t help him keep his eyes open, either. He felt like sleeping, but he couldn’t. His body was tired because he hadn’t slept in a while, but he wasn’t in a position to listen to such selfish requests. The best he