Leo's voice seemed very far away, the sound of her own heart racing and the memories of pain and death far stronger than whatever her companions were saying. The sense of death still filled the room, confusing her other senses and making it hard to refocus on anything else.

"Jeg hører dem hviske navnet mitt. Igjen og igjen. Den hissing, blodrøde øyne. Banene til de døde åpnes. Stoppe. Bare stopp."

The hissing grew louder as the shadows darkened and twisted. Valdis put her hands over her ears, clenching her jaw, her eyes shut tightly as she tried to kill the images of the crew slaughtering the animal over and over. She continued to shake, trying to find a center, any center she could focus on instead of the death in the room.