"Can't you find someone else to entertain? You've already shown me more than enough!"

The call backwards is unnecessary, and Stephen needs to spare his breath for the very strenuous activity of running for his life. He's bolting down the hallway, looking for the exit, or anything that could give him a few precious seconds' time, or lose the monster giving chase. Ahead there are signs posted on the floor, bright and yellow, decrying a Wet Floor, Proceed with Caution. How very cartoonish, he thinks, but he's taking that route, anyway, bracing himself for a section that might send them both slipping and sliding.

Except a larger creature, exerting more force to catch up? Stephen hopes that Eric has ten times more trouble than himself trying to do the same thing.