Eric wrenched against his stasis. Pushed. Shoved. Would have grunted and groaned if he could. Every instinct ingrained into his DNA over the last millions of years to protect, to attack, to run, all battered about his brainpan without firing a single nerve cell.
He heard the man doing something at the computer, then he left the living room, his footsteps fading away behind them. Shortly, a crashing and moaning came from what must be the kitchen.
Eric tried to identify the noises. Nothing shattered that he could hear despite the agonized cries, but clearly dozens upon dozens of items were being tossed, torn, thrown.
Ron sounded like one seriously lost soul in awful torment.
Finally with a deep, rending sigh, Ron’s footsteps passed out through the front door and retreated down the hall t
