`` nobody comes in here any more . the woman said , `` all of you back-step . something slipped over my shoulders , hands gripping my arms . aside from the tiny click when it shuts , it does n't make a sound . 'keep up against the wall when i bangs the knocker , all right ? ' strangers , strangers everywhere , but some not so much as others , he says . next stop was the prairie dogs . in the sixth form , i admitted , in what i hoped were modest tones . 