I see no sign of broken stalks. If no-one's with him, as there should be when you going after someone intheir home (no bolting out the back door with ...hese guys), maybe itwon't be so bad.Except, of course, for the fact, the inescapable fact, that he is here.Knocking. I've got to let him in.He moves quietly, self-assured, through the doorway, looking around theway cops do, scanning corners, noting doors and windows, taking stock.Nods, like someone back at grandma's place, first time in. Maybe after 20+ years of marriage they had just growntoo used to each other. God knows she was still a beauty. She had kepther figure despite the 4 children. David pulled into his garage and went in to change for his workout. Twohours later he was showered and running his daughter to dance class.Then home for supper (his little one ate earlier), chat about the kid'sday, and his lovely wife's. Off again to get his daughter and then tohis computer. He loved to read the fantasy and science fiction. Not like that, not in a bad way, but..." "But what? Tell me." I said, wanting to know more."But, it's like I know how you feel and how sometimes you get hurt and all the hard times with your family and friends. I just want you to enjoy this moment, which has been so perfect for you and also me too. It's like a dream! But in my dream, when it's all over, all of this will disappear back into dreamland, and then it would hurt me more then not letting go. It's like I can see life without the all. It never ceased to amaze him that these beings, for the intense effort they poured into tormenting humans, paid such little attention to them. Other than the object of their torment, they didn’t notice anyone else. That included the one man capable of harming them, sitting defenseless beside them. He briefly considered choking one and allowing the others to end his life, but couldn’t do it. He still hoped, against all odds, that he might continue his struggles against these mythical creatures.