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basement, but paused at the laundry room door. It was mummified with police tape so I couldn't look inside, but I still remembered every detail of that mess. Garrison stepped up beside me, and glanced between the door and me. "I hope you haven't had any nightmares from the experience."
    I shrugged. "I'm not really sure. I think I dreamed about that guy who saved me, but he didn't seem so friendly in my dream." I looked over to him. "You think the police will find those guys who attacked me?"
    Now it was Garrison's turn to shrug. "If they go to a hospital they might be found, but the gang members might know that and try to treat themselves. You said you thought one of them looked familiar?"
    For a change of expression I nodded my head. "Yeah, but I'm not sure. Is anyone missing in the building?"
    Garrison's lips pursed together and he glanced at the stairs we'd just come down. "Truth be told I think I might know the man you're talking about."
    My eyes widened. "And did you tell the police? Did they search his room?"
    "Neither happened. I just have a hunch so all I did was knock on the door to see if he was there."
    "No answer?" I guessed.
    "No answer."
    "Shouldn't you tell the cops? They might be able to get a warrant."
    "I'll remember to do that, but first wasn't I going to get you something to open that hatch?" he reminded me.
    "Yeah, and you still haven't told me what it was," I pointed out.
    "I'd rather show you." He led me into his apartment and gestured to the table. "Have a seat while I look for it. It shouldn't take too long to find it." He disappeared into a side room, and I sat down in my usual chair. I admit I hadn't read a dictionary for a while, but after fifteen minutes he stretched the definition of 'too long' too far. All that time I heard terrible sounds of boxes falling, glass shattering, and yelps of pain.
    "Do you need help?" I called out to him.
    "No, just fine," he shouted through the door. There was another shattering of glass. "Just, um, rearranging some things." I cringed when something heavy slammed into a wall and he yelped. What was worse than the noise was the silence that followed that last yelp. I stood and hurried over to the door, and gave it a knock.
    "You okay?"
    "Ask me that tomorrow," came the groaning reply.
    I opened the door and looked into a ten by ten space that more resembled a war zone than a storage room. Everywhere I looked were fallen wood crates and ones stacked as high as the ceiling teetering on the edge of making somebody's day very bad and painful. There was a broken mirror off to one side with the shattered remains on the filthy floor, and a dresser leaned against the wall with its drawers half slid open. In the midst of the chaos lay Garrison, or at least his leg. It stuck out from beneath a box and twitched every now and then.
    "I think whatever you're doing could use a lighter touch," I commented
    "Less words and more helping," came the muffled response.
    I sighed and dug my way through the debris and carnage to him, where I tried to lift the crates. While I wasn't the strongest girl of my size I knew I wasn't a weakling, so I was surprised when I couldn't even budge a box. I don't know how he wasn't crushed beneath those heavy things. "What the hell are in these things? Cannon balls?"
    If that single leg could have tapped its foot, it would have. "Just try to push them off," he advised me. I pushed and groaned, and added a few more sound effects before I managed to get most of the boxes off him. The last one on top of him was as light as a feather, but I still had to help him move it before I saw his pale face and heaving chest.
    "You look like death warmed over," I told him.
    "That explains why I feel like I have one foot in the grave," he quipped with a weak smile. I helped him up and pushed him toward the door.
    "Let's get you warmed up so Death doesn't mistake you for his next client."
    "But I didn't get your stick," he lightly protested as I guided him over to the