"There we go," Jodie says in quiet approval, slowly getting to her feet, drawing the boy up after her. Under different circumstances, she might wonder at his silence, but not now. She backs toward the door one little step at a time, keeping her eyes on the boy's face, keeping his back to the body. If she can just get him into the hallway, everything will be… better. Not okay, but better than this.

Aiden's thrum of alarm is her first indication that things are about to get worse. Her second is when the body in the corner moves, rising into the air as if drawn by strings, feet hovering a good five inches off the ground. Oh, god. Oh, shit. She keeps her gaze resolutely fixed on the boy as she continues backing toward the door, a little faster now. "It's okay," she lies, trying to smile as the body's head lolls to one side, its eyes milky white but still somehow seeing, the face contorting into a snarl. "We're almost there."

Aiden, she thinks, do something!

He doesn't need to be told twice. Aiden lashes out at the entity inside the corpse, forcing it out, and the man's body collapses back to the floor as if the strings have been cut, landing with an audible thud. Jodie stiffens - there's no way the kid missed the noise - and darts a quick glance at the crumpled form before she resumes gently tugging the boy toward the door, hoping he won't turn around.