Broom threw its hands up. "Has everybody around here gone meshugge?Gevalt! Look at this place! It'll

take mehours to clean up!" It started moving around the living room, picking up the mess the agents

made. Moments later, Loomis came bursting in through the open front door.

Broom threw its hands up. "Has everybody around here gone meshugge?Gevalt! Look at this place! It'll

take mehours to clean up!" It started moving around the living room, picking up the mess the agents

made. Moments later, Loomis came bursting in through the open front door.

"Where did they go?" asked Loomis.

"What, your Nazi stormtroopers? Who knows? They came in here, tore the place apart, threatened me,

called me a useless dustmop, and waltzed out of here without a by your leave."

"Did Leary say where they were going?"

"She said something about checking in with someone to see where they had taken Paul. Itold them, they

took him to the doctor, but—"

"What doctor? What happened?"

"How should I know what doctor? Why does everybody come tome with all these questions? What do

I look like, an encyclopedia? Some eye doctor they took him to. His eyes were hurt when the Dark One

came here—"

"The Dark One washere ?When ? Is Paul all right?"

"What, I was looking at my watch? How should I know when? I was in the closet, saying abroche that I

got out of it alive. Why did I ever leave New York, I ask you? It's safer there with just the rapists and the

muggers."

Loomis rushed out of the house.

"And therehe goes," Broom said, gesturing expansively. "How do I get myself mixed up in these things? I

don't need thistsuris. New Mexico, Land of Enchantment!Feh! "

The doctor insisted on having Paul check into the hospital. Paul resisted, but Wyrdrune and Kira

prevailed upon him not to argue. In his condition, there was nothing he could do to help them, anyway.

At the very least, he could get some very much needed and well-deserved rest.

"We'll take it from here, Paul," Wyrdrune said. "You just take it easy and get better. We'll keep you

posted on everything that happens."

"Gomez . . . he's hurt. He'll need a vet."

"We'll take care of it," Kira reassured him. "You've had a close call. You just rest now. You've done

everything you could."

"Get that bastard!" Paul said vehemently.

"We will," said Wyrdrune.