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Remember me. QR code. Previous Share Flag Next. It wasn't wet, just warm and smelly, like unwashed feet and mildew, very unpleasant. So he was somewhat disconcerted on waking to find that while he wasn't in the sewer any more, the smell still remained. A quick check reassured that the smell didn't come from him and since he tended to be neat in his habits, and never left damp clothing lying about the floor, he was momentarily confused.
Then he heard the thump in the far corner, behind his bookshelf and something Stephen stared. Surely it wasn't At least now he felt a bit more ready to cope with the Sock than just wearing his underwear. With another t-shirt in hand, he moved towards the shelves, which were rocking now, planning to try to grab the sock and wrap it up in the shirt if possible.
He picked up his wand in the other, hoping he could use some spell to subdue it. Unfortunately Sock had other ideas and the bookshelf rocked so violently it toppled and started to come down on Stephen. He did manage to stop it from crushing him by the quick application of his hands, but the books hit him and he dropped his wand in the process.
The sock made a bid for freedom, bolting out of Stephen's partially open door. On finding it, he went to his journal and dashed off a quick note to Marietta before advancing into the main room pausing only to pull on some battered jeans.