'What the fuck?' Hardly liable to win any awards for best opening line, but little else came to Daniel as he caught sight of Michelle's body resting spread-eagled upon the ceiling - once again feeling his head get a little light as he tried to cope with the fact that he was looking at the kind of sight gravity didn't much approve of.<br/><br/>A scant handful of seconds later Daniel became aware that the sight of Michelle upon the ceiling was neither the weirdest, nor the most deadliest sight within the room - that honour fell to the hideous grey creature that stood so prominently within the centre of the room, silently amazed at himself and his inability to spot it before spotting Michelle.<br/><br/>The sudden materialisation of the hand axe within its grey stretched fingers sent Daniels feet into reverse practically by instinct - finding himself at the boundary to the room once more and urgently wracking his memory for exactly where he left the sports bag and the shotgun within it. There was a few moments of the sort of metal blank one needs a ladder to hurdle before Daniels brain decided to finally play ball, reminding him that he'd left the bag within the living room as he backed out towards the stairs - trying to lure the creature out after him.