The last few minutes are a complete and utter blur. One minute I’m standing on the porch, squinting intently to try and catch as much of the action as I possibly can. The next minute, I’ve got hairy octopus tentacles slapping my mouth shut and dragging me into some sort of creeper van.

I don’t even know where this guy came from. My brain is struggling to remember all the details. I think Callie was fighting two people at once? Eileen was going to help but then Bea decided ...