Edna woke as the last rays of the setting sun vanished behind a line of trees.  Her brother was sitting near her smoking, but at least wasn't doing so inside.  She gave his knee a pat and stood stiffly.  Even if fifty three was not so old, in this modern world, her knees did not know that.<br/><br/>The moon was raising in the East, a silver disc which was only a few nights away from being whole.  She looked out to see the first slickers of Luna's rays across th waves, before heading back into the kitchen.<br/><br/>The young folk were still talking.  She gave them an amused nodd and headed across the kitchen.  Suddenly, she heard a crashing noise deeper in the house and a sound like animal growling.  Grabbing a broom, when ran throgh the kitchen into the main reception hallway.  A tall, thin stranger in dark clothing was standing there.<br/><br/>In front of him, almost crouching, was the massive form of Tom, the photographer.  He was surrounded by photography equipment which he had dropped on the floor.  The hairs on the back of his neck were actually standing up and his hands were clenched, almost like eagle claws.  There was a low, roguh grow coming from his throat that sounded more like a jungle cat at the zoo, than a human being.