The next morning Jimmy entered the room. "You must leave, sir! Now, they are coming!"

Arthur sat up, barely awake. He had fallen asleep next to Gwyn. "Wha-huh?" Jimmy dropped a bag on the ground. "Mary-Grace told her husband, who told the Takers, and now they're coming!"

Arthur swore under his breath, and looked at Gwyn. He was still sleeping, fluffy ears twitching every so often. Still not recovered. It wasn't safe to move him, but it would be worse if they stayed.

"Ok," said Arthur. He grabbed the coat Jimmy was holding out and put it on. Then he managed to put the second one on Gwyn, put the bag on and lifted Gwyn up. The cat didn't stir, just flicked his tail a bit. Arthur moved the coat to cover the floof, lifted both hoods and silently thanked Jimmy, then ran from the building, his home.