The voice, I realized from my place on the ground, had an American accent. A split second later I realized the room was now flooded with light, and that the dog had stopped growling. Glancing up, I saw that the man was standing near the wall, his hand hovering near a light switch, the reason there was suddenly enough light to see. In his other hand, I belatedly saw, was a flashlight. Okay, so maybe I’d overreacted a bit. I sheepishly began to pull mysel...