Cory hears his door creak open. It wasn't latched properly. His dog Tiger pushes the door open with his
muzzle, and trots in. He looks around and sniffs and then heads straight for Cory.
Cory tries to say, "No, boy, it's me!" and maybe he does but his voice is now a high pitched doll voice.
The dog picks him up in his jaws, and carries Cory the doll out horizontally. As soon as Cory flips horizontal
the voice box inside his chest intones, "Mama!"
The dog is going down the hall, through the dining room into the kitchen, and oh, no toward the dog door.
Visions of him burying Cory in the backyard pass through his head, and what was the warning on the Chronivac
about staying within range of the Chronivac or the transformation might not reverse?
Cory bangs the dolls head and feet on the door a couple of times before he manages to get the doll through the
doggie door. Then he trots out into the backyard. Cory's dress is getting soaked with the dog's slobber. At
least the teeth haven't cut into his rubberized plastic skin - yet.