NINEThe creature slumped in a corner of the kitchen. Sandie had told it to sit, and it could not seem to distinguish any practical difference between sitting in a chair and sitting on the floor, so it sat on the floor.
Mike kept an eye on it while Sandie paced. Somehow, it seemed even creepier now that he knew it was both a dead body and a vaguely person-shaped amp. Dead things should not be that loud.
“Okay,” Sandie was saying – very loudly, since two thirds of those present were still half-deaf. “Okay, weird is not necessarily bad, but within limits, you know? That was bad. No, trust me. Attracting attention for being weird is a recipe for disaster. I mean, people can’t make the same sounds as a whole band.” She sighed and yanked hard on her ponytail. “It would help if you could just l
