"Honey, we're on the Gothamist newsmap."

Five days later and the once purple and red bruises have begun to fade, turning a sickly shade of green and yellow. There are still cuts on Ms. K's face, but they are healing. Although jumpy when he hears loud noises, Harley the dog still wolfs down his food and plays with his tennis balls like nothing happened. I guess this means we're all okay. If that isn't a miracle, I don't know what is.

Thanks everyone for your kind concerns and best wishes.