Zed gave a sigh of relief as Dan told her Michael was OK....well at least not dead, he must have knocked himself out cold when he fell.<br/>"Well there is no way I am going to move<em>THAT</em>!"<br/>She screwed up her face and looked at the head in disgust.<br/>"Besides, I think it may be good to make Michael a little more safe<em>AND</em>comfortable if he's unconcious?"<br/><br/>"OH hell...it's staring at me again...."<br/>Her stomach lurched as she saw it gnash it's teeth and slobber as it's wild eyes turned to her.<br/>"It's following our conversation...."<br/>She shuddered, that sick feeling increasing.<br/><br/>Zed had seen plenty during her time on the streets, but this was.....She turned her head away again and spotted the disguarded cloth Dan had been holding when he'd heard them at the door. She stepped over and picked it up, then turned back to the severed head and through it over.<br/>"Now<em>THAT'S</em>better......"<br/>Relieved that she had managed to at least cover it's eyes and most of it's head, Zed actually managed a quick grin, even Dog seemed easier, now that the head was out of sight.<br/><br/>Walking over to Dan she half knelt over Michael and gently tilted his head to the side.<br/>"Thought I'd seen him hit that table when he went down.....does he live here? Or is there a place we can take him and make sure he's OK?"<br/>