 And though you don't sleep the rest of the night, Mr. Death's still there, grinning at you from the center of the black-and-white rifle target, waiting for tomorrow. He doesn't know you're not going to take it lying down. If there's something you can do besides wait, something he might not expect when he comes in as he promised, he would pick up the new travel magazine. You stagger through the next day, and finally, just as before, the door opens at about closing time.