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My name is Tom.
I'm about to die.
Rachel, beautiful cousin Rachel, has skewered me on her grizzly bear claws. The Yeerk in my head is screaming in pain and rage and fear.
‹I told you, Yeerk,› I say. ‹I told you Jake would find a way to kill you.›
‹No!› the filthy slug cries aloud. I feel movement. Rachel is lifting us.
‹Sorry,› she says.
All I want now is to tell Jake I'm proud of him. To tell Rachel, "Good job."
‹Jake, stop her!› the Yeerk screams.
Don't you dare, little brother. You've done good.
I love you.