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He was so preoccupied with not screaming that for a moment he didnt even see what was coming into the driveway, and when he did see it, he believed at first that it must be a mirage. Knowing that door must lead to the cellar and seeing that there were no locks on it had made the idea of torching the place seem momentarily more rational - he could maybe shelter there. He sat stiffly, hearing the small sound of something being set carefully back down (the penguin on his block of ice, perhaps), his hands clasped tightly on the arms of the wheelchair. [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
