Davey squinted awake in the dark. He was sure he’d heard a thump, something that had brought him out of particularly good dream. He heard the crash again and sat up. So much for his dreams, someone was clearly having a worse one down the hall. He threw back the covers and pushed his bad leg over the side of the bed. He hurriedly lit the wick in the lamp next to his bed and left his cane propped against the night stand, holding onto the wall as he hurried to the door. He turned in the hall and the door creaked open to his left and a small, scaly head appeared just under the handle.
Lawrence turned his head towards Davey, his gaze concerned. Davey briskly waved him back into his room then reached the end of the hall and pushed open the door.
“Dennis!” he whispered harshly and hurried across the room around the curve of the wall and had to duck a flying bottle as it smashed to pieces where his head had been a second before. “Dennis!” he called louder and hurr
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