Late one bleary night you awake with your throat parched and dry. You fumble through the mess to your kitchen flipping on the lights. White blinding light tortures your eyes. You trip over a orange your cat has knocked out of the fruit bowl and fall on your ass. At that moment Budd fires a sniper rifle round. The window shatters and the pantry door explodes with a fist sized burst of saw dust. You crawl to the table with the cell phone and dial 911. A couple random blasts pierce windows but after that all is calm. The cops arrive, are rude and they find no evidence of who did it.