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Necra returns to her attic belfry roost inside the Cole household, depositing her payload of baked goods upon her master's night table. The shuddered windows close in on themselves eerily of their own accord, after the rest of the bats have perched upon the hanging gallow posts. Necra, being their chief, has secured the higher central keystone lookout post, ready to salley forth should Adam have any new errand for her, and he just might happen onto a special housewarming present for Ms. Nellington to be dropped off in the wee hours of the morning dawn. But for now, all souls roaming the cat-and-mouse mausoleum are resting soundly, lost in the inky blackness of unconscious sleep.