It's a very dark and cold late winter, with the ground below me frozen to the bone. Something is scratching with its claws on the roof of my house... It's a good thing I don't have a chimney through which it could get inside, but it still filled me with dread, with my heart racing like it never had before. Suddenly at that moment the only thing I could think of are those who I love, and if that thing gets inside then I'll never see them again...