“Wow, a little paranoid aren’t you?” I grumble to myself. I grip the tub faucet and tighten it, but it keeps dripping. I try the sink and the same thing happens.
I really am coming down with something. “Where else would they be? And I’m sure that they heard you and are calling the police right now…”
They’re never here.
Overhead lightning cuts across the sky again, a brilliant flash of white that blinds me temporarily.