“You can’t have her!” the man yelled at the shades. A light shot out from behind the man, seemingly from the woman’s strange, twisted stick. The light, shining and deadly, seared straight through the shades, as they were only shadows. The light rebounded of the wall and sailed toward the stairs. The stairs crumbled, and, excited by the thought that they were within arm’s length of their goal, the shades rushed to the stairs, and glided up. The baby, wailing at the top of its lungs, was awoken at the sound of battle downstairs. Shades rushed into the room, but before they reached the baby, the roof