Just then, there was a scream from one of the garages in the alleyway. “Ay,who do ya think I am?” A shabby, scruffy face peered out from a window at Pipkin. Tucking himself into a shadow, his heart beating overpoweringly, Pipkin stood stationery. Something was now dragging down the street towards him. He could hear it grating itself towards the abandoned garage. Shadows moved. A ruby red, pus-filled eye blinked.