"I'm not going to let you fall," Tarantulas scoffs. "You're perfectly safe. Let's just get you home..."

It only takes him a moment to get his bearings. He's quite familiar with Pumpkin Hollow's rooftops by now, for both legitimate reasons and...otherwise. Once he's carefully lowered Chris to the ground in front of their own front porch, he transforms, peering at them with worried eyes.

"Perhaps I should stay for a while," he suggests uncertainly. "I don't want that thing coming after you again while you're already unwell."