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December 28, 2001
I hold my breath again. This time there's no song, but I can hear the footsteps in the grass. It sounds like there's more than one set. Then out of the corner of my eye I see a vague, triangular patch of silvery light on the bedroom wall, opposite the window. It drifts like a ghost across the wardrobe door.

Argyle leaps onto the window sill again, a picture of feline fury. The silvery light shivers, then the window shatters inwards and I catch a glimpse of pale flesh and metallic claws as something grabs Argyle and drags him outside.