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protect me from the knife, Janice?”
    Janice breathed heavily. “Yes, that woman… tried to stab you… in the sc-sc-scuffle and I-I-I raised my hand to b-block her knife.”
    Clandestino smiled gratefully. “Oh no! Thanks, Janice. We need to get you to the hospital quick.”
    Then out of the blue, there was the unmistakable sound of something spinning. I looked down at the floor. The drill was gone! The man known as Ah Kiat had broken free from the electrical wires and had managed to get hold of the drill.
    â€œAdam, LOOK OUT!” I shouted. With the drill in his hand, Ah Kiat was torpedoing towards him. The woman had freed herself too and was advancing towards us!
    Then for no apparent reason, Ah Kiat dropped the drill. It swirled and bounced dangerously on the floor.
    â€œOuch!” he cried.
    â€œOuch!” the woman screamed.
    We were stunned to see the man and woman fall to the ground, their eyes closed. Someone had hit them hard on the neck.
    It was Uncle Andy! He was panting, a metal pipe in his hand. “Why you children leave the pick-up?”
    â€œAre they dead?” Clandestino asked.
    â€œHow did you get here so fast?” I asked, quickly turning off the switch that was connected to the drill.
    â€œI climb over from the back when I heard noise in the house. I know you all must be in trouble,” Uncle Andy explained. “You all okay?”
    â€œWe are okay, but Janice has been slashed,” I said.
    â€œAre they dead?” Clandestino asked again.
    â€œThis is only sleep knock,” Uncle Andy said, flashing his gold tooth. “I knock them so they fall asleep for a while.”
    I never knew Uncle Andy was so familiar with the human anatomy. I’d always thought I was smarter than him.
    â€œYou find Mundi? I run all the way here when I finish with the houses on the left. I called the police,” said Uncle Andy.
    The snoring was still very audible and it was as steady as when I first heard it. I scooted towards the room, almost tripping over the two sleeping perpetrators. I crept to the door and slowly opened it. To my surprise, there was a boy slumped on a chair. His face was turned towards the ceiling and his mouth was agape. It seemed like he was having the snooze of his life.
    â€œMundi! Mundi! Wake up!” I slapped him on the cheek. He didn’t stir. I put my ears to his chest. His heart was beating and his chest expanding and contracting rhythmically. On his lap was a plate of barely-eaten rice.
    â€œMundi! I found Mundi!” I yelled. “Wake up, Mundi!” I slapped him a few times till his glasses cracked.
    Uncle Andy came charging into the room. “You find Mundi?” he exclaimed. “Mundi! Mundi! Thank goodness!”
    Just then, I heard the distinct sound of a police siren.
    â€œIt’s the police!” I said. “Hey Mundi, wake up!” I pinched him.
    â€œHuh?” His eyelids fluttered and he opened his mouth, struggling to speak. “Darryl? Is that you, no?”
    â€œYes, yes, it’s me! Quick! We got to get out of here! Janice is injured and she needs help!”
    â€œHi, Darryl,” Mundi sighed. He turned to Uncle Andy and he closed his eyes again.
    I went out of the room and saw that two policemen had arrived.
    â€œOh no! There is blood on the floor!” one of them said and immediately dialled for an ambulance.

    â€œAre you children okay?” the other one asked.
    â€œYes, but our friend Janice is hurt!” Clandestino held up Janice’s hand. It now looked like an Egyptian mummy’s hand since Clandestino had wrapped it with toilet paper.
    â€œThat’s the best I could do.” Clandestino shrugged.
    Janice was too weak to speak. She had lost too much blood. Either that or the pain was too excruciating.
    After five minutes, the ambulance arrived. The policeman immediately took charge. “Quick! Take the injured to Tan Tock Seng