"Not good. Not good."
Peach scrambled to his feet so fast he nearly tripped over them again, flailing like a drunk man in a cartoon before finally catching his balance.
He took the tiniest, most exaggerated steps backward, one heel gently kissing the ground at a time, like he was trying not to wake a sleeping dragon, except there were several awake, ugly goblins staring right past him.
His wide eyes darted left, right, down—everywhere—searching desperately for the one thing that kept him from becoming goblin kebab.
'Where did it go? Where did it go?'
His brain was screaming at him now, panicking so loud it was like someone was inside his head with a megaphone.
How could something that big—okay, not that big, but big enough—just vanish?
That was impossible. This wasn't a magic trick. This wasn't a kids' birthday party. Tabs didn't just blink out of existence!
"It must be under there somewhere. I need to find it. I need to find it."
