Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

they understood what they needed to. They hugged us
until we stopped shaking, and Bronwyn tucked the
headmistress under her shirt for warmth. Once we’d
recovered a little, we retrieved Emma’s canoe and
pushed off toward the shore.
When we got there, the children all waded into the
shallows to meet us.
“We heard shooting!”
“What was that strange boat?”
“Where’s Miss Peregrine?”
We climbed out of the rowboat, and Bronwyn
raised her shirt to reveal the bird nuzzled there. The
children crowded around, and Miss Peregrine lifted
her beak and crowed at them to show that she was
tired but all right. A cheer went up.
“You did it!” Hugh shouted.
Olive danced a little jig and sang, “The Bird, the
Bird, the Bird! Emma and Jacob saved the Bird!”
But the celebration was brief. Miss Avocet’s
absence was quickly noted, as was Millard’s alarming
condition. His tourniquet was tight, but he’d lost a lot
of blood and was weakening. Enoch gave him his
coat, Fiona offered her woolen hat.
“We’ll take you to see the doctor in town,” Emma
said to him.
“Nonsense,” Millard replied. “The man’s never laid
eyes on an invisible boy, and he wouldn’t know what
to do with one if he did. He’d either treat the wrong
limb or run away screaming.”
“It doesn’t matter if he runs away screaming,”
Emma said. “Once the loop resets he won’t
remember a thing.”
“Look around you. The loop should’ve reset an hour
ago.”
Millard was right—the skies were quiet, the battle
had ended, but rolling drifts of bomb smoke still mixed
with the clouds.