Nervous, Cyril awoke and jerked awake. What the Hell was that? he thought, strange dreams of crazy Indians dancing and fading in his mind. Grateful he decided to wear pajama pants given the cold weather, he walked over to the door of the office and pushed the chair away from the doorknob. Turning the knob, he realized he had forgotten his pistol, so unfamiliar with the idea of carrying it.
Grabbing the gun from the drawer of the desk he slept under, he made his way out the hallway and headed toward the back door.