“Mark!” Logan, with his tall, skinny frame and a red head of hair, stepped forward. Mark tried to keep a straight face when he recalled how Logan’s eyes had gotten so huge while Becky was screaming on the top of her lungs. It was such a peculiar sight. “What’re you doing here, buddy?”
Mark shrugged. He couldn’t really explain what had happened in the Dark Woods.
The redhead’s face turned serious. “What’s the matter, buddy?” he said. “You seen a ghost or something?”
Mark’s eyes widened in surprise. “How’d you know?”