"Jack!" Jamie cried out, reaching for Jack's hand and pulling. "Jack, come back! Jack!"

The older boy was too strong, his myth strength making it so he was just tugging Jamie along with him.

"Jack, wake up!"

Oh no, Jack was such...well, a kid, just like the kids he protected him. Even though parts of him were grown up - apparently enough that the other song almost caught him, too. But he was still a kid and it look like the song had him in its grip just like all the other kids wandering through the street in the direction it was coming from - as the adults wandered off in the other direction towards the college.

"Guys, come on, you have to leave! You have to run!"

Wait, why wasn't it affecting him? Jamie rooted through his pockets, looking through the various things he was carrying with him - an iron cross, a good luck hex back, a little vial of holy water, a small wooden stake, various talismans and rune rings and - oh. Really, it was probably at least a few things in his small collection of magical items he carried with him to be crazy prepared against evil. At least one of them was possibly blocking the spell, but without knowing which one, he couldn't give it to Jack so he could use his powers to stop the others - or fight the witches.

"What do I do? What do I do?" he said, trotting alongside Jack.

The decision was made for him as a zombie - an actual zombie - ran around the corner and started running after him.

"AAUGH! Okay, run! That's what I'll do! Running now!" he shouted as he ran away from it.

And like the children of Hamelin, the children marched on...