The Ring And The Trapthe Click Of The Guest Bedroom Door Turning From The Outside Sounded Like A Hammer Hitting An Anvil. My Eyelids Remained Heavy, Forced Shut By Sheer Willpower And The Creeping, Toxic Paralysis Of Whatever Chemical Diane Had Slipped Into My Wine. Through My Eyelashes, The Sliver Of Light From The Hallway Illuminated Three Figures Stepping Into The Room.