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December 29, 2001
The cat's vicious hissing is suddenly hysterical screaming. A second or two later there is a shriek of pain and Argyle shoots back into the room, leaving a few tufts of fur and a few tiny drops of blood to rain down on me. Above me the shards of glass are knocked out of the broken pane, and there's a loud crack as something slams into the other window. More glass shards fall on me.

Then, like guardian angels come to rescue me, two bright, white lights flash across the ceiling. With a moan of frustration, the silvery light vanishes.