Mark awoke his body covered in sweat and the sheets crumpled around him. He had not woken like this in a long time, in fact not since he had been a young man dreaming of what women where like under their clothing. But this had not been one of those pleasant dreams, no this had been a nightmare in so many ways.<br/><br/>He rubbed his face, if the nightmare was going to be a regular thing then he should consider adding some morphine to his night tincture to ensure a good night’s sleep.  Then he became conscious of weight near his feet and he looked down. Rats, by the Good Lord they where becoming cheekier by the moment.<br/><br/>A questing hand over the edge of the bed found a slipper and it was then shortly in flight towards the rats. The rats scattered but it did nothing for the scribbling in the wall. Mark swung himself out of bed, as well as reminding Mrs Evans to see the rat man maybe he should ask her to ask around for anyone with a cat wanting a home. Someone had once told him that rats very rarely went into houses where they could smell a cat.<br/><br/>Yes he nodded he had a few things to discuss with Mrs Evans but first her must make himself respectable for his breakfast.<br/>