Chapter 16:

A BAD thing happened at sunset.

Jim vanished.

Through noon and after noon, they had screamed up half the rides, knocked over dirty milk-bottles, smashed kewpie-doll winning plates, smelling, listening, looking their way through the autumn crowd trampling the leafy sawdust.

And then quite suddenly Jim was gone.

And Will, not asking anyone but himself, absolutely silent certain-sure, walked steadily through the late crowd as the sky was turning plum colored until he came to the maze and paid his dime and stepped up inside and called softly just one time:

“… Jim …?”

Bradbury, Ray (2013-04-23). Something Wicked This Way Comes (Greentown) (p. 67). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

Yeah. That’s how it’s done.

But the book.

Do it. I’m not kidding.