It’s almost two in the morning. I’ve left the back door unlocked, and a few of the ground-floor windows open, just in case. I didn’t leave any lights burning, though: that would just make George nervous. He likes the dark, at least until his eyes have started to change back to normal.
He always comes back; that’s the only reason I let him out. I could have a cage built, we have the money, but I don’t see the point. George has never eaten anyone we know, and it’s only once a month or so, so why should I bother?