She eased off the counter, wincing as her cramped legs found full contact with the floor. She stretched the sleeve of her jumper over her left hand and pressed it to her bleeding neck. With her right, she withdrew her wand. A flick at the door: the deadbolt engaged with a loud, metallic clunk. A flick at the windows: flapping shades blocked the fading October twilight. A flick at the ceiling: the shop lights extinguished, dropping them into darkness as deep as night.