My furry alter ego must love to crash through windows. As I had done at the Blue Whale, that’s exactly what I did at Joe’s home after spotting him inside. He put up a good fight, wrestling and knocking into furniture. At one point, I hit him with a chair, but he got up and made it to the front door.
I grabbed him and we wrestled some more, but when he stabbed me with a pair of scissors, I was startled and climbed back out the broken window. I must have stumbled back to the hotel and into my room, where I collapsed on the floor.
That’s where I woke up this morning. Angry about what happened, I threw my clothes and bedding around the room. At first, I didn’t remember exactly what happened, but then… Joe!
I called the operator and asked for Joe Haskell on Dock St. What would I say if he answered? At least I’d know he’s all right… alive. I hated to admit it, but that’s what I really wanted to know… if he was alive. There was no answer.
I didn’t know for sure. Maybe he was back at work. Or he could be out. Where, though? I had to find out! Then I noticed a tear in my shirt and a piece of its cloth missing. I threw it on the floor and put on a new one. I collected myself and headed for Collinwood.
Classic Horrors Club 
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