"They've been in for a few minutes," Cait said, voice dropping to a whisper. "If it's not him, he's losing his touch."
And now would be the test to see whether or not she had, and whether Morph's idea would work, as sounds of running came closer and three figures rounded a bend. No one ever looked at the ceiling, and if Morph could get adopted into the group of sapiens more the better. If not ... well, Cait hadn't killed anyone in a while.