CHAPTER TWELVE
Treehugger could not believe her eyes. Out of all of the people she had expected to see here, the Midnight Menace was the most surprising of them all (well, she supposed she would have been far more surprised to see someone like High Fly, but that was irrelevant). He stood tall above her, the light coming from a flashlight in his raised left hand, while his sword—long and bloody—was in his right. In the shadows of this strange dimension, the Midnight Menace looked even more terrifying and otherworldly than he usually did, even with his very human-looking surprised eyes.
“The Midnight Menace?” said Treehugger. She blinked. “Are you real or am I just going crazy?”
“I was about to ask you the same question, girl,” said the Midnight Menace. His deep voice was too real to be a
