I could hear him following me; I could hear him panting and trying to calculate his grand entrance. His footing shifted and in a moment we were face to face. The grimey mess under his cap made me retch. His yellow eyes swirled about his face, not sure if they had the courage to roll to the back of his head. He smiled...that cackling smile that should be illegal. Opening his mouth, he revealed to me his stained and browning teeth with a slight gap between the larger two. Between them, he wistled, "Where d'ya think yer goin? Ain't it bad enough you caused such a scene, and ruined the party? You sure got some answerin' to do!"
I snickered and shoved past him, "I'm through with all of you! What do you think I made such an exit for? You really think I'll come back with you?!"
If it hadn't been for Tom, I wouldn't have met this wacko to begin with.