It had been a week, but now Neal and BB were back in New York. Slightly richer and tanner. Neal was smiling to himself; it was starting to be the best time of year, in his opinion. Autumn in New York.
He sat down at his kitchen table, looking idly out the window, but as soon as his eyes processed the change of light, they also processed Something out there. It was big and ugly; it looked like a zombie cut and folded in half; it was shorter but wider. Neal may or may not have yelped loudly on seeing the thing.