While TG did have wings, this was not his idea of flying, and he had no way to stop the momentum as the undead used his head like a baseball and threw a fastball at the farthest wall. His small frame flew, then hit the carpet, and then bounced about before he settled, face in the carpet and arms crinkled beside him. At least his coat softened some of the blow to his body, but his head was ringing.

Not moving, Annabel soon moved over, nibbled the fur hem of his coat, and then walked over and started to nest over his back and head - and the two stayed that way for some time till TG regained consciousness.

Fin