Out the door, across the grass, unlatch the gate. Down the path as the light dies, into the woods as the trees bristle, deeper and deeper, further away.
"Where are you?"
Listen carefully, taste the air, peer into the spreading grey as the color leaks out of the world. Pull out the flashlight, flip the switch on, shake it awake. Paint over shadows with the flickering beam.
"I'm here, I'm ready…"
Familiar voices, furtive, faint. Familiar faces smile, chins glowing, lit from underneath. Huddle, whisper, giggle. Conspire in whispers, plot, execute.
Peel off day-clothes and dive into the flooding night.