Ulysses laughed loudly, apparently finding the situation very amusing. "What a fine mess you have created for everyone, Taaylor. How do you propose to fix it"
Taylor scrambled to her feet and ran towards Amy. The bozdogs had nearly reached her hiding place and Taylor suddenly knew exactly what to do. "Amy," she shouted as she ran. "Stand up and tell them to go away!"
Amy gave her a frantic look. "How could you possibly think that would work" she cried, "A pack of bozdogs aren't going to listen to me!"
Taylor reached Amy and flung her arms around her, pulling her to her feet. "Do it," she commanded. "Tell them to stop. You are in control of what happens to you, but first you have to have faith in yourself."
Amy leaned heavily against her. Taylor could feel the relief in every muscle of her body as she drew strength from her. She held her more tightly. "Tell them to go away," she said again.