I noticed you have iron shutters on the windows, and that they're new.

You must have been looking for something like this to happen, some day." As he spoke, Brice had been moving swiftly from one window to another, of the rooms opening out from the hallway, shutting and barring the metal blinds.

Claire, following his example, had run from window to window, aiding him in his self-appointed task of barricading the ground floor.

Milo alone stood inert and dazed, gaping dully at the two busy toilers.

Then, dazedly, he stumbled to the front door and pushed it shut, fumbling with its bolts.