...called nine-one-one," Howie was saying, "and then I heard something in the alleyway, so I went back there and" --Howie coughed-- "and valiantly attacked his knife with my guts, to no avail.""Did you get a good look at him? Could you describe him?"Howie smiled wanlyYeah. He was about yay long" --he held up his hands, four inches apart-- "thin, made of steel. Pointy. Sharp." - Barry Lyga