Greg The Florist - Part I have no idea because John's last part said he had no idea.
It's been a very long time, but we last left our heroes in the kitchen of their castle, having had an odd day in the local village...
Something scraped slowly across the glass of the window. There was a faint shape, a deeper shadow in the darkness outside the warm glow of the kitchen. And then it was gone.
John swallowed. "What," he said, adjusting his sentence carefully. "the hell was that?" He got up and moved to the window, Greg beside him.
There was nothing there.