Night was also watching someone else. Far away, across many mountains and rivers, canyons and forests, marshes and grasslands, a man, or what used to be a man, crouched down upon a clean wooden floor. Night's cloak of darkness covered the room and concealed him in its deep pools of shadows. He smiled; not a pleasant smile, but one that might be seen on the face of a hyena as it closes in on its prey. His calculating gaze was fixed on a door; a door which had foolishly been left partially ajar. Through this door came voices---happy, unsuspecting voices---the voices of a family as they sat down to dinner. Also from the crack spilled a small stream of light. It poured in a single ray across the wooden planks, almost lapping against the feet of the hunched figure.

The man was drawn to this light; he inched towards it slowly. Though imperceptible to the normal human eye, he knew that this was not the glow of the common oil lamp. It didn't flicker so much as flow, as if it were water, and it seemed almost alive as rays twisted to explore each corner of the room. It had been hidden cleverly, yes…but he had kept looking. For thousands of years he had crept throughout the realm of life, searching, and finally his efforts had paid off. For now, all that separated him from it were four feeble life forms in the next room. Soon--- very soon--- it would be his, and then he would hunt them down---one by one, and then, once again, he would reign over all…

Night watched this all with its cold eyes, brooding over its new secret. It poked the information it had gained around in its mind, tasting its salty flavor. And then, as the first scream pierced the cold air, it withdrew from the house and slunk away into the shadows…