Image: Flash of a silhouette: Kay Lin jabs one of Caleb’s fangs into something.
Dear diary, today I almost got stabbed.
Image: She’s adding to a tally; she and Caleb are even. As she writes, talking to herself, the fang disintegrates like chalk. (Faint noise from elsewhere.)
I’ve been very good, all things considered. If I just stay down here for the rest of the night, or maybe even forever, then maybe they’ll just… go away, and no one else gets hurt—
Image: Crash!
…Ah boy.
Image: Kay Lin glances off to the source of the noise.
I should… at least take a look….
Image: Hands on the ground—one pale and bony, oddly long and bloody beneath rubble; and the other belongs to Joce, kneeling.Image: Kay Lin is perturbed.
So that’s what happens.
Image: Joce is hunched over, silent.Then looks abruptly up.Image: Kay Lin stands at the end of the hall, not remotely hidden. Joce says something, to her surprise.
