Thackery, in contrast, is still panicky and ungrounded, gaze darting wildly about for someone who isn't there as he clings to the branches of the tree.
"I've lost her!" he all but wails, twisting to look in different directions across the circus grounds. "Emily! Emily, where are you?!"
/forever late; if you'd rather not play this out at this point, no hard feelings from me
"I've lost her!" he all but wails, twisting to look in different directions across the circus grounds. "Emily! Emily, where are you?!"