Quite abruptly - while Mr. Darrow was still speaking in fact - Pet knelt down. She wobbled slightly but was undeterred for there was her eyeball, miraculously unseen by anyone else, as far as she knew. One hand still covering her vacant socket, her other fumbled in her haste to pick up the eye.

Foolishly, she picked it up between her thumb and forefinger trying to touch it as little as she could rather than holding it in the palm of her hand. Foolish, for she lost her grasp of it and there it flew, directly toward Mr. Darrow. Pet stared after it, horror plain to see on her face.
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