Levi froze the moment he heard her move again, heard her shoes tap almost painfully loud on the cracked and filthy linoleum. Then the sound stopped. Then she spoke again, repeating her questioning greeting. Then the clothing hiding him from the world flashed to the side with a loud jingling noise, revealing the intruder in his home. He stared up at her, eyes wide and bloody mouth slightly agape. Then she had dropped what she was holding and held a hand for him, speaking promises that he would go unharmed.

Another voice hit his ears though, low and raspy and a whisper. Just behind her he could see it; one of his friends with the large blank eyes, facing slightly away but still able to see them. It whispered of her lying of them that had dragged the woman away. The monster. The man with the wing. The slavers who would just take him back, drag him off to another auction house, probably kill him for running. With a strangled noise he gripped the pipe in his hand tight and swung wildly, aiming for her hand but who knows if he would really hit anything with his mind clouded as it was. His friend began to chant, telling him to run run run hide hide run hide. And that he would do. He lunged, trying to escape from the rack of clothing by pushing past her. If he managed to do so he would scramble out the door, turn down the hall and run full tilt for his den.