When it explained to Allen who the friend was and what it needed, Allen wanted to say no. But, the more it spoke, the easier Allen became to convince. He was just a kid, after all. The plan was working well and Allen was almost convinced.
That night, he returned home, saying little to his mother as he took his dinner to his room. She’d become worried about him, worried about what he was doing in the woods, worried about why he’d shut down. She couldn’t know.