I lay on the couch in Arrow's front room, hands behind my head and staring up at the ceiling with a distinctly irritable look on my face and snarling under my breath.
No, I was not having an argument with the ceiling, I told myself, I was simply venting my frustration on the nearest available thing.
Sleep was evading me, no matter how hard I tried. The thing that had been irritating me earlier was back, and more annoying than ever. No matter how I tossed and turned it refused to leave me alone. Eventually, emitting an irritable snarl, I sat up and stared out of the window. Nothing moved aside from the wind. I shook my head and told myself I was being stupid, there was nothing out there and I ought to just go back to bed.
Then I heard the shriek. Even from this distance it sounded horrendous, clearly something was in pain. A lot of pain by the sound of it.
Before I knew what I was doing I was out of the door and, turning into a magpie, flying at full speed towards the source of the noise. Why, I didn't know.
Curiosity killed the cat... or should that be magpie?