But he was awake. And it wasn't the roof on his chest. It was Ohm ... Ohm crouched on top of him ... the beady photo-electric eye focused on the lamp which burned like a beacon in the otherwise total dark. And then Craig remembered. He hadn't caged Ohm in for the night. He had been loose in the apartment. Naturally, he had come to the only light, and now, he crouched on Craig's chest. He tried to move, but the robot only flattened itself more--a dead weight. The heavy steel jaws poised over Craig's throat, the steel teeth glittering in the light. "Ohm!" That single word was a prayer, a plea, a sob. The stains on the teeth ... the missing kitten ... those razor sharp teeth. A strange purring noise filled the room ... caused the bed to vibrate under him. The steel jaws clicked open. "I didn't mean it. You don't understand!" The photo-electric eye blazed wildly as the razor sharp fangs touched his throat....