The air in the visitor center was heavy with an awful smell, as if some rotten drowned thing had crawled up from its grave.
Rusty kept coughing blood. My eyes were drawn to the twisted shape of his broken leg. The attack had been vicious. Max whined in his cage. Rusty's eyes were wild with fear and terror.
He gasped: "Mr. Wake, it happened just the way it was on that page."
Departure Manuscript: Rusty's Dying
