Creak! Jay’s eyes jumped open. Sleepily, he turned over to examine the bright red letters on the alarm clock. Just after one in the morning on a Monday. God, what was the door doing creaking at this time of the morning? His heart started pounding. He sat up, listening harder. Just barely, he could make out quick, shallow breathing and soft footsteps in the living room. Grabbing the handy-dandy, state-of-the-art baseball b...