Natasha arrived at the flat with the boy, and opened the dor with great difficulty. The people who had previously been around her, on the ground, had gone, and with a sigh of relief she knew that they weren't dead. She heaved the boy onto the sofa, and went to get him a glass of water incase he built up the strength to drink. She picked up Romor who had been purring round her legs, and sat down with him on her knee. She though but couldn't work out what was happening. She felt the bumps on her head, which now felt like ears. She shuddered, it was all so...wierd.