She glanced back towards the door where the first creature appeared to be rallying.  The table beside her bed yielded another weapon; a wooden box with a few dials across the bottom and a small green screen.  She grabbed it and waved it threateningly towards the door which kept the pony at bay.  Still, it seemed to be looking for an opening to return to the room.  A scraping noise caught Kate’s ear; the second one was pushing the chair in front of it to provide cover, briefly peeking its head around the edge to watch her reaction.  She suddenly realized that they were trying to flank her, and there was nothing she could do about it.  Not here in her bed, anyway. 