'I am Death, said the creature. 'I thought that was obvious.'
'But you're so small!'
'Only because you are small. You are young and far from your death, September, so I seem as anything would if you saw it from a long way off—very small, very harmless. But I am always close than I appear. As you grow I shall grow with you, until at the very end, I shall loom huge and dark over your bed, and you will shut your eyes so as not to see me.'