Al paid no attention to Scar, eyes sweeping over the 'house' to try and find some sign of the ghost, a pocket of shadows or the cat, anything. But he couldn't see anything, and started to creep warily around the edges of the room. His heart was hammering, and a very large part of him wanted to find a place to curl up and hide. But he knew that would only make him an easier target--he could only hope he'd have some warning before the next attack.