Arthur Lester

Once more unto the breach.

All right.

I'm again seeing the scene as they're floating above, watching from a silent, unseen third-party perspective.

Puckett, he's slammed at the door to his study and scrambled into the room across the floor.

He's frantically moving to a dresser, the one next to where we found him, and opening a drawer and grabbing...

He grabs a slip of paper.

Paper?

He's writing something.

Frantically.

What does it say?

I don't know.

I can't see it.

Damn.

I don't see through the victim's eyes, remember?

I know, I know, I know, but... He finishes, and just as he does, the door bursts open and reveals a... A what?

A visitor.

The figure hangs in the doorway, split between the dim light of the study and the darkness of the hallway behind it, giving the appearance as if stepping out from a black void.

It floats silently, draped entirely in sheer bone-white cloth.

The ghostly figure levitates there, almost imperceptibly up and down as if drifting along some unseen, unknowable current.

A flash of lightning from down the hall, as the storm that rages outside reveals, only for a second, the shape of the creature beneath.