I took the stairs once again, then walked down the long hallway toward my door. As I got closer, I heard loud voices and saw a guy fly backward into the corridor to land just shy of the door across the way from mine. I heard something crack, but the guy managed to get up and limp away, disappearing quickly around a corner. It took me a second to realize the scuffle was happening in Guff’s apartment.
My aches and pains forgotten, I ran into the room and saw my teddy bear more than holding his own against three idiots who were trying to take him down. His room was a mess of broken furniture and a few shattered picture frames, and when I saw one of the goons reach for a knife in his boot, I rushed forward and grabbed the fool, wrenching his arm so he yelped as he dropped the weapon.