By the time Greg had cleaned the various wounds, including giving Freddy three stitches, I was back into human form, dressed, and ready to get to the bottom of this.

I pace around the room for a bit, and everyone not involved kind of drifts away without me having to say anything. I suppose my body language was pretty clear on that front, at least. This isn’t a trial, and it isn’t a show. I don’t need an audience. I just need to get to the bottom of all of ...