'You should take some of your medicine. He made me promise to give you your medicine if you weren't feeling well.' 'I don't feel well.' Kelley let go of her hand and there was a scrabbling sound. Then a package was pressed into Heather's palm: tinfoil, wrapped around two small pills. 'You have to take these and get better. If you don't he'll come back and hurt me. Don't make him hurt me ...' Heather didn't want to take them. 'Now, Honey --' Duncan poked her in the shoulder. 'Where have you been?' 'Heather? I'm right here.' 'Just take your medicine .' 'But it could be anything.' 'Honey, if He wanted to hurt you He could turn you into veal chops any time he liked, couldn't He? ' 'But --' 'But nothing. You're not feeling well, remember? You banged your head? And if you don't take them He's going to hurt Kelley. You want to make Him hurt her? ' Heather ran a finger over the pills. 'No.' 'So take your medicine and nobody has to die. ' Operator: Emergency services, which service do you require? Caller (female): It's him! From the papers and the telly! The Flesh bloke! Operator: It's OK madam, we -- Caller: I saw him! I was looking out the window and I saw him! He climbed in over the back fence! Operator: He's in your back garden? Caller: Not my garden, next door! I saw him - he had the mask and the apron. He went in the back door! Operator: Can you confirm your address for me? Caller: Seventy three Springhill Crescent, Northfield. Hurry! Operator: I need you to stay inside and lock all your doors and windows. The
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