"Something under the bed bit me! And there's broken pottery and plants all over the place." Looking around, I realize that perhaps a bit isn't the worst of my problems, Father. It looks like the place has been pulled apart. How did we sleep through all of this, were we really so tired?

And that's when Eve comes out of my room, yowling and hissing. Is she what bit me? "What's going on? Were we robbed?"