Timmy turned his head to the right to look at Quinn. One second the crate was above his head and the next... At first, he thought that perhaps Quinn was being considerate since the crate was quite a precious and handy item that they often used for deliveries. Still, the next second it was no longer where it once was, and it was completely gone.
When looking across the field, he could see that the so-called special crate had been hurled away and had knocked over what looked like a teenage boy.
"What do you think you're doing? The crate! "Timmy yelled. "And that looked like an ordinary boy you hit!."
But Quinn didn't reply to Timmy's cries and yells, for he had a serious and concerned look on his face. When arriving, he had spotted the dreaded spike on the person's back. Without a doubt, it was a Dalki.
