[Henry waits. And waits. He isn't sure how much more his spine can take. She's not buying it. She isn't believing that he's dead. Also his lungs are full of Arty fur.]
[Suddenly, a sound escapes him. It's a high, whistling sound, not unlike the sound of air leaving a balloon that was being slowly depressed.]
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[Suddenly, a sound escapes him. It's a high, whistling sound, not unlike the sound of air leaving a balloon that was being slowly depressed.]