<strong>Norm</strong><br/><br/>Trusting that Miyo, and, presumably Bran, are behind him, Norm delves further into the domicile.  He slips his right hand into his pocket, curling his fingers around the handle of his Walther.  Just in case.<br/><br/>Norm does not seriously believe in reincarnation.  But if he did, he would definitely be the reincarnation of some 1940s detective in a seedy American pulp detective novel.  The kind who spent most of his time in a threadbare office nursing a mostly-empty bottle of bourbon and ogling leggy dames while dryly remarking upon the heat.   Well, when he wasn't legging it away down alleys pursued by simian gangsters twice his bulk, anyway.  This is almost like a dream for him.  Now, if only he had a name like "Mickey Stallone" or something.<br/><br/>Slowly, cautiously, he investigates the lounge, taking care to keep quiet and listen for anything out of the ordinary.   Although, given the events of the last twenty-four hours, he's not entirely sure what "ordinary" is, anymore.  An entire factory disappearing into thin-air; a Kashmiri fellow who derives his powers from making people angry; and a far-too-savvy seventeen-year old spinning tales about fish tanks and anagrams.   What a world.<br/><br/>Norm takes note of the sealed-off door with the Latin on it, and moves on to investigate the rest of the flat.  In the bathroom, he takes in the toilet, the sink.  In the kitchen, the microwave.  The story isn't too hard to piece together.  It is clear that someone went to very great pains to prevent something from escaping from the plumbing.<br/><br/>But it isn't until he gets to the bedroom that he understands why.  First of all, who has a sink in their bedroom?  Second of all, what is that sticking out of it?  The metal snake...of course.  Norm nods to himself, and crouches down for a closer look.  The cogs, springs and such seem normal enough, but the articulated bit seems extremely unusual, especially stuffed down a sink hole.  It kind of reminds him of a plastic toy snake he used to have as a child.   It's bad enough having snakes coming up through the plumbing, but to have ones made of metal do so must certainly ruin a pleasant Sunday afternoon.  Perhaps this Raven Moonshadow bird isn't quite so crazy.<br/><br/>Nah, she's still crazy.<br/><br/>"Miyo? Bran?"  He returns to the lounge, to compare notes with the others before deciding on his next course of action.<br/><br/>