Turning back to the tree, he shouted, “George! George!” and beat the tree wildly with his fists. Then he threw his whole weight against it.
It didn’t work. The redhead bounced back and sat on the ground, gasping and looking stunned.
Diane sidestepped him. She put a hand on the tree trunk, where George had put his, and stooped down.
“Anyone?” she asked as an afterthought.
The others, of course, caught on with what Diane was doing.
Except Logan. His face was ghostly pale and his eyes appeared blank. For the time being, he seemed not to know what was happening around him or where he was.