"It's doing something," the boatman said, hooking a thumb towards the shed. "It's bad enough when it was just a dead body, man. Now, it's like... doing things." "Doing things?" Black stared at him, his rich, drunk-guy schtick forgotten. "It's a dead body. What could it possibly be doing?" Miri just wanted a vacation... a little alone-time with her mate. After months of separation, after Black's struggles with his...