Bruno said in breathless broken English. He pointed to the top of his breast pocket. “Experiment Genetics, Latin.” “Experiri Genetics,” Jill grunted. “They want Jill’s babies!” Sandy gasped. “What do we do?” Noelle was suddenly standing right next to them. With hand in a cast and her bruised face, she looked like a brave child soldier ready to fight for the cause. “We will confuse them,” the gargoyle said. “They will be lost in the house.” “I will stay here,” Otis said. “Ward them off.” “I’ll stay with you,” Anjelika said. “You’ll miss . . .” Otis started. “Jill is surrounded by love,” Anjelika gestured to the girlfriends. “I will not leave you.” “What can we do?” Charlie asked. “You can help us,” the smallest gargoyle said. “No,” Sandy shook her head. “They are children.” “They want to help,” the smallest gargoyle said. “They can be very useful to us.” “They’d better not be injured in any way,” Jill grunted.
