"True. She's yours? I don't suppose you're a doctor here, or have you been abducted like everyone else?" Chris asked, taking a mental tally. How many people were they talking about? How big was this thing? And was it possible to stop or was he going to have to ride it out and wait for this Big Bad to get bored and go onto another gig. You know, before he found his mom and aunts or adult Wyatt and kicked it's ass.

"I'm Chris by the way. If my name isn't on the chart."