Tikki points and fires. The Kang roars five times in rapid sequence. The 
pounding reverberations are deafening. The sheets and pillows on the bed flutter 
and jerk. Ohara’s eyes go wide. The acid stink of his fear suddenly floods the
air. He twitches convulsively, scrambling from the bed, falling, getting up, 
staggering, jumping, spinning toward the door at the right of the room.