There was a loud pounding on Luke's door, and the young boy went downstairs to answer. There was a man wearing a black hood and tracksuit, with a taser in his hand. He lunged forward...
"Luke?... ...Luke...?..."
Brenda and Clark were searching the entire house for Luke. Finally the child appeared in front of the back door with dirt on his face.
"Aw, Luke, why are you so dirty?"
"Well, I've been playing in the backyard," he replied nervously.
"You'll have to have a bath, Luke," his mother replied, "You can't have teatime when you're all dirty like that!"
Luke nodded. He hurried off to have a bath on his own. He had to get an entirely different set of clothes. But before he got dressed (after having the bath), he looked for a roll of bandages and used them on his wounds, particularly those under his clothes, to prevent bloodstaining. When he came out, his parents didn't notice his injuries. They must have thought Luke ended up having a nasty fall.
After teatime, Luke had snuck out into the backyard and walked over to where he left that intruder who had attacked him before. He picked him up and led him all the way to the entrance of Misthallery, taking excessive precautions to make sure no one else noticed him. Then he pulled out the knife in his satchel and sliced the ropes as though they weren't anything stronger than thin, wet paper. Luke then pointed the knife at the man.
"Run," he warned, "Leave this town! Go away! Don't ever come near me or my family again. If you do, I promise you will die."
The intruder felt defeated and walked off. Satisfied, Luke stuffed the knife back in the satchel and quickly got back home.
"Luke Triton! Where have you been," Clark scolded his son.
"I was in the cellar! There was something I needed to do!"
"Fine, but it's nearly bedtime and your brief disappearance worried us! This isn't like you, Luke!"
That night, Luke didn't sleep. He had an awful feeling something bad was going to happen. He was constantly staring at the door and the window. A shadow appeared in the tree outside the window. But on further inspection, it turned out to be another Pidgey.
"Hello Pidgey..." he whispered.
"Hello Luke..." it seemed to whisper back, in a rather creepy voice.