there was that bang from the street or the crack of the floor board, whatever, and something I forgot to mention was that I looked very closely in that layer of sound, the vibration, and there in the bevel he was. not really him just the black arm, the black arm of his big black canvas jacket and moving down like he was grabbing someone by the collar. you're going to need salt. salt for the road. I didn't know whether it would be pools of light from the street lamps lighting up the blood or the exploded ceramic that smelled like fish and the fire smashing along the downed line. he didn't tell me much just his arm going down down into the fur, holding down the animal.