Chapter 15: Old Problems
The Moonjumper finally turned himself away from the tree he had been furiously sobbing against, and recoiled from the sight of the gashes his newly-discovered claws had left in the trunk from where he had clung to the tree when he first stopped. He slid down the otherwise smooth bark to come to rest sitting at the base of the trunk. He felt slightly more numb to his situation after having sobbed for so long, and he patted his empty coattails listlessly. How did it all go so wrong? He shook his head, squeezed shut his eyes and held his bowed head in his hands for a moment. The lack of voices in his mind besides his own felt so strange, like he had walked into a silent room after too long in a crowd.
He lifted his head and opened his eyes again to study his hands in despair.
