Here There Everywhere

Joey says he’s being hunted by a therewolf. 

I tell him to stop being a smartass.  The “were” in werewolf means “man.”   Same root as “virile.”  Joey’s a dork.

No, says Joey, it’s not like that.  It’s not a wolf that turns into a man or anything.

I tell him that doesn’t excuse the pun.

No, says Joey, it’s not a man at all.  It’s a wolf, and it’s there.  It’s always just there.  Watching.

I turn around, and there it is.  It’s there.  Watching us.

I can’t sleep.  All I can think is: what happens when it’s seen enough?