“If you try to touch me I’ll scratch your face” That’s what he says when anyone tries to touch him. It’s been three years since he killed and escaped from the Grabber. He’s 15 now. Traumatized. Numbing the pain with cigarettes and rock music. You don’t know what happened to him in that basement. What the Grabber did to make him hate physical contact. And you don’t ask. You just sit next to him outside in the cold while he smokes. Not touching him. Not close. Just present