 It caught me right behind the ear. The last thing I saw was that plunging neckline as Phyllis rushed forward. I didn't know whether she was rushing to my rescue or to get in a few licks of her own. Five seconds later, I didn't care. As the design and the linoleum slammed up at me, I had just time to wonder why, of all the people who were looking for Ray McCulley, I had to find them. Then I was out. Boing.