“Did you hear that?”, then a ceramic thud followed.

Scurrying around on her hands and knees in a wild panic, Katie found the switch of the lamp she had knocked over.

Collecting various articles of clothing, “Under the bed! Quickly!”, she loudly whispered.

Jake thought this was hilarious as he was 6’1”, he could barely fit in the double bed.

“Are you serious? That only works in the movies. What about the closet?” He said with a wink.

The all to familiar laughter of one glass of vino too many echoed downstairs. Katie was sure that it was only a matter of time before the “The Crusher” would come upstairs.

“Not again, not again!” she muttered.

“Huh?”, Jake seemed confused.

“Nothing!” she said as calmly as she could. It was only a week ago that she was confined to the house for a month, becuase of a very similar situation.

“I know!” as she buttoned up her shirt.

Jake like a deer in headlights stood there as he realised the seriousness of the situation.