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Einstein pressed his snout to the glass and mewled nervously.

Exhausted from the emotional as well as the physical exertions of the day, Travis was soon asleep.

"What's wrong, boy?" Travis asked.

Now and then the house creaked with ordinary middle-of-the-night settling noises.

"Somebody out there?" Travis asked, getting off the bed, pulling on his jeans.

Because Travis was not much of a drinker, three beers were enough to insure against insomnia. He was asleep within seconds of putting his head on the pillow. He dreamed that he was the ringmaster in a circus where all the performing animals could speak, and after each show he visited them in their cages, where each animal told him a secret that amazed him even though he forgot it as soon as he moved along to the next cage and the next secret.

At four o'clock in the morning, he woke and saw Einstein at the bedroom window. The dog was standing with its forepaws on the sill, its face limned by moonlight, staring out at the night, very alert.

The dog regarded him solemnly.

Before setting out, she considered having a light lunch later at a restaurant chosen at random along the way. But she had never been in a restaurant. The prospect of dealing with a waiter and dining in the company of strangers was daunting. Instead, she packed one apple, one orange, and two oatmeal cookies in a small paper bag. She would eat lunch alone, in a park somewhere. Even that would be revolutionary. One small step at a time.

Wind murmured and moaned in the bungalow's eaves.

"What's wrong, boy?" Travis asked.

Exhausted from the emotional as well as the physical exertions of the day, Travis was soon asleep.

The dog woofed once, quietly.

The dog woofed once, quietly.

The dog dropped onto all fours and hurried out of the bedroom.

Exhausted from the emotional as well as the physical exertions of the day, Travis was soon asleep.

Einstein pressed his snout to the glass and mewled nervously.

As Nora strolled past the well-kept houses, the vast majority of which were in one style of Spanish architecture or another, she looked at doors and windows with a new curiosity, wondering about the people who lived within. Were they happy? Sad? In love? What music and books did they enjoy? What food? Were they planning vacations to exotic places, evenings at the theater, visits to nightclubs?

At four o'clock in the morning, he woke and saw Einstein at the bedroom window. The dog was standing with its forepaws on the sill, its face limned by moonlight, staring out at the night, very alert.

Near dawn he came half awake and realized that Einstein was at the bedroom window again, keeping watch. He murmured the retriever's name and wearily patted the mattress. But Einstein remained on guard, and Travis drifted off once more.

Travis found him at another window in the darkened living room, studying the night on that side of the house. Crouching beside the dog, putting a hand on the broad furry back, he said, "What's the matter? Huh?"

Near dawn he came half awake and realized that Einstein was at the bedroom window again, keeping watch. He murmured the retriever's name and wearily patted the mattress. But Einstein remained on guard, and Travis drifted off once more.

Travis could see nothing threatening on the front lawn or on the street. Then a thought struck him, and he said, "Are you worried about whatever was chasing you in the woods this morning?"

Now and then the house creaked with ordinary middle-of-the-night settling noises.

"What was it out there in the forest?" Travis wondered.

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