<strong>Eric</strong><br/>Grammy's room was on the ground floor, so Eric just had to turn and walk down a short hall. Scrap remained at the front door, barking and scratching.<br/><br/>Eric's gentle call elicited no response, and when he opened the door he found the room empty. The bed was neatly made, as though she had risen and had already gotten on with her day. Eric felt a deep sense of unease, however. The house was old and given to making noises when people were about. Beside himself and Scrap, Eric was quite sure there was no one else inside, including his grandmother.