"It's a bit small," discount uggs for women said the woman.
         "Compact," corrected the camel-hair coat, smoothly. "Easy to take care of." The woman ran her finger along the side of the sink and wrinkled her nose. "I think we've seen it all," said the middle-aged man. They walked out of the bathroom.
         "It _would_ be very convenient for everything," said the woman. A conversation continued in lower tones. Richard climbed out of the bath and edged over to ugg boots on sale the door. He spotted the towel on the chair in the hall, and he leaned out and grabbed it. "We'll take it," said the woman.
         "You will?" said the camel-hair coat.
         "It's just what we want," she explained. "Or it will be, once we've made it homey. Could it be ready for Wednesday?"
         "Of course. We'll have all of this rubbish cleaned out of here tomorrow, ugg boots for women no problem."
         Richard, cold and dripping and wrapped in his towel, glared at them from the doorway. "It's not rubbish," he said. "It's my stuff."
         "We'll pick up the keys from your office, then."
         "Excuse me," said Richard, plaintively. "I live here."
         They pushed past Richard on their way to the front door. "Pleasure doing business with you," said the camel-hair coat.
         "Can you . . discount uggs for women . can any of you hear me? This is my apartment. I live here."
         "If you fax contract details to my office--" said the gruff man, then the door slammed behind them and Richard stood in the hallway of what used to be his apartment. He shivered, in the silence, from the cold. "This," announced Richard to the world, in direct defiance of the evidence of uggs discount his senses, "is not happening." The Batphone shrilled, and its headlights flashed. Richard picked it up, warily. "Hello?"
         The line hissed and crackled as if the call were coming from a long way away. The voice at the other end of the phone was unfamiliar. "Mister Mayhew?" it said. "Mister Richard Mayhew?"