"Barbara?" You ask. "Barbara? Can you move?" Her
eyes are clenched shut and she looks absolutely frozen. You shake your
head as you eye that cat-- oh my, Barbara would never ever believe
you, but you have to get her the heck out of here! If she never
believes you it's better than dying here. You squint your eyes and
right as the cat looks ready to pounce, you run, throw Barbara over
your shoulder (you'll have to remind her next time you argue that
you're the brave one) and run out of the house. Is the cat still
behind you or does it melt in sunlight?