New control over Wretch

I floated up onto the railing, and I moved far enough away that all was clear.

Thank you for helping me back there, I thought. I activated the Wretch.

The snow blew around me, gathering on the Wretch's surface. Tracing outlines, forming a shape.

I could hear my mom talking to Crystal with a raised voice inside, muffled by the intervening door.

The Wretch didn't grasp, writhe, or swing blindly. The faces it wore weren't contorted or angry.

I lifted my hand, and it moved nearby limbs. I turned my hand over, and it mimed me.

My hand trembled. The Wretch's invisible hand was as steady as a rock.

Time to face the day, I thought. At least you're with me.

It's going to be a rough one.

- Sundown 17.1