Floating quietly at the top of Snoskred’s bedroom sits Edmund Skewerhands. In his lap sits a small faceless, featureless doll. When all is peaceful, quiet, The Other Half and the two kitties sleep soundly, one on the bed, one right next to the heater which is right next to Snoskred and turned on to the highest setting. The kitties are happy. This is the first time the heater has been on since moving into the new home. They hope it will stay turned on all through the time they live here.
Edmund looks down at the scene of peace and grins. Both kitties growl in their sleep. They can sense his presence. If they could see him they would snarl and hiss. Edmund extends one metal, skewerlike finger and prods the doll with it gently. Over the past few days he has found that to awaken Snoskred slightly gets the best reaction. Snoskred stirs in her sleep.
Edmund plunges his metal skewer into the doll, just above the right knee. Snoskred yells “OW” and grabs her leg, rolling in pain. The kitties scatter, running for cover. One time Snoskred actually rolled right out of bed, almost landing on the little kitty. The Other Half opens one eye and knows there is nothing he can do. Within five minutes, everyone is back in their place and back asleep. Only Edmund is awake, still grinning, waiting for peace to descend again – so he can shatter it.