[ Good that he keeps an eye on the strip of light below the door, because quite suddenly a shadow shifts across it. There are footsteps— the real sort, not all bones— and whoever it is must be taller and less light of foot than Paul or Kaworu. With the shadow of a man at the door, the doorknob turns.
It's Falco's only chance to make his choice: bolt for the vast bathroom and its walk-in closet, bolt for the bed or the dark floor-length drapes, or let himself be caught in the world's spookiest master bedroom uninvited. ]
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It's Falco's only chance to make his choice: bolt for the vast bathroom and its walk-in closet, bolt for the bed or the dark floor-length drapes, or let himself be caught in the world's spookiest master bedroom uninvited. ]