CHAPTER 7Kira stared at her apartment. It was much as she had left it last night before going to bed. The pizza boxes were still on the coffee table; the newspapers were still on the couch. The piles of sysadmin books were still next to the computer magazines. Her computer’s screen saver — various pictures of the mountains and extreme sports — was still cycling. Only the dead Chinese food had changed, and was stinking up the apartment even more.
Kira shivered and closed her eyes. What had happened was weird — too weird. She had heard about people sleepwalking, but she had never done it. What was really creepy was that she had dreamt she was a wolf. A wolf! How strange was that? What would Freud say? What would any shrink say?
The next door neighbors’ TV was blaring and broke her from her
