"I got out of the bathroom of course. I locked the front door and pushed the big wardrobe up against the bathroom door. I thought it'd be good to be careful. A little too late, maybe. I'm not leaving my apartment. I'm not gonna give it away. No. There's no reason I should. The noise from the bathroom was the shattering of my porcelain toilet bowl. They're in the bathroom. A lot. There's a lot of them. A bunch of sniffling snouts. A bunch of rats. They're already chewing the wardrobe. I'm standing in my room, listening to their swarming. Thousands of rats, in my apartment. All of them gnawing. I wait. Wait for them to get in. They'll be in here soon. It won't be long. They're coming. Rats. My rats. I'm waiting. What else can I do?"