Takes place the day after
this Garret unlocked his door as he rifled through his mail. Pushing the door closed behind him, he started into the living area. Suddenly there was an arm around his throat, lifting him almost off his feet. He tried to break the hold only to find his assailant too strong. He began kicking out, flailing, trying to attract attention from his neighbors, knowing Mrs. Walters was just nervous enough to call the police for any reason.
He called out loudly yelling for help and nearly choking as a leather-gloved hand cover his mouth the fingers filling his mouth. He bit down as hard as he could, the man, he assumed it was a man, began dragging him back into the room in the direction of the couch.
Garret saw the knife coming down toward his chest and tried to bring his hands up to deflect the blade, but could feel himself graying out from lack of oxygen. He felt the first blow and wondered why there was no pain. The second blow fell and then the pain exploded, taking what breath he had left and following him down into darkness.