But a shadow could hardly crawl along the ledge outside the windows. A
blur could hardly move so slowly or retain such a definite form.
And then the way the thing had waited, peering in, before it dropped
down inside. Like ... like a--
Of course it was all nonsense. And there really was no need whatsoever
to bother about fetching those notes or closing the window. It would be
just like giving in to a neurotic fear. There was a rumble of distant
thunder.
--Like a very large cat, the color and texture of stone.