She hit the ‘down’ button, and we stood there for what seemed like hours while whatever John Mason had become tried to pound its way through the flat door. The door of the flatnext to the old lady’s opened, and an ancient man stared out, wide-eyed and confused.“Is it the Germans?” he said, “Have the bastards come back to bomb us again?”“Go back to sleep, Davie,” the old lady shouted. “It’s just a film.”The old man smiled, waved, and went back inside, while we waited. The lift seemedmore interested in playing piped musak to us than actually moving, and I hit the down button, again and again, while the cracks in the flat door grew into ever bigger gaps in thewoodwork and the frenzied banging went up a notch.“Come on!” I shouted…and somebody finally took notice. With a ping the lift doorsstarted to close, just as the flat door finally gave in, large pieces of splintered wood flyinghalfway across the hall. I caught a glimpse of a hunched, hairy figure coming towards us,then the door shut and we started down. I hoped so, for the image had reminded me of one of the worst things I’d ever seen…of a chimpanzee pack on a hunt, chasing a smaller monkey through the forest canopy, squealing and howling, just before they caught their prey and tore it to bloody shreds. The shriek that came from above us soundedterrifyingly familiar.It was still howling through the stairwells as we left the lift on the ground floor.“I hope you have a car,” she said to me as I hurried her to the door.“It’s more like a tank,” I said, “And I think we’ll need it.”An old lady came out of a flat near the main door.“I’d go back inside,” I said to her. “It’s not safe.”“I’ve already called the Police,” she said. “I always knew you were trouble, Jessie. Thisused to be a nice block until you came.”“Oh go fuck yourself,” the old lady said, and cackled as the other woman’s face fell inshock. We left her to her outrage.As we left the flats the Land Rover lights came on and Doug drove it over across the car park towards us.His face was still pale behind the windscreen, but as he got closer I could see that he borean expression of grim determination. But he wasn’t thinking straight…he parked facingus, almost blinding us with the headlights.“Quick. Get in!” I shouted, but the old lady needed no prompting. She scuttled around the passenger side and got in beside Doug. I saw her fiddling with her handbag, as if trying toget something out of its depths. I had a last look around, back into the darkness of thehall, but there was no movement.