shoves through the front door, breathless, a bat in his hand Any word?

shakes her head from the armchair, voice tight Nothing yet. The military cut all communications ten minutes ago.

steps into the room from the kitchen, a shotgun slung over her shoulder We need a plan. Holly's been gone for two hours. Vecna isn't waiting.

appears in the doorway behind Steve, coat stained with ash Neither are we.

follows behind him, eyes red-rimmed but sharp We know where it took her. The cemetery. Past Mirkwood.

stands That's where it came through.

slams the radio down The Squawk's still crackling. Something's bleeding through.

...help... please... someone... it's in the walls...

turns from the window, voice hollow It's showing off.