He was a bit beyond conversation right now, but it didn't matter. The words penetrated, regardless of whether he wanted them or not. She was a spirit of the dead, wandering the world as per the terrible death trauma he had put upon her, and now she was having her revenge. He had no plan, no idea of what he was going to do. He was only grasping at straws, wild mass-guessing, at this stage. The ghostly woman caught up to him annd taunted him about his weapon. Why, it was the very knife in question, and it could do nothing against her! Even as he tried, it either went right through her, or struck her for no damage, as he flailed the thing about, frantically. Whatever the case, he tossed it at her in frustration and ran harder.
He was moving at full-tilt now, pushing exhaustion for speed in order to get away, and at some point he returned to the path, or some kind of path. He stayed on to get more uninhibited running in, no longer having to dodge trees. And in the distance, he saw someoe! He saw someone in robes with a staff! A wizard! Perfect! He ran, calling out, and...the woods did that stretching effect where you seem to cover very little territory at all, because you're suddenly getting alot more of it. Way over yonder, Garlock continued walking, sniggering as he did. The man would reach the intersection again to catch his breath. Funny thing is...if he looked at the signs now, he would find that ALL of them say Connlaoth now...but all of them were crossed out.