Daniel sucks in a breath and then silently berates himself for the noise and then lets it out in a long, silent exhale and nods back, slowly this time.

His eyes flick back over at the gathered people in the distance just in time for the breeze to lift up and -

- and then they all stare directly at him with awful, pinpoint accuracy.

There's something wrong with their eyes. There's something wrong with their everything.

Oh god. Oh fuck.

Daniel takes Melanie's order to heart quite willingly as he tears inside and Melanie slams the door behind them, but before he can request a hurried explanation she's seized his hand and begun dragging him back through the building. He notes with an absurd, distant calm that it looks more dilapidated now, shifted to fit along with the setting, he supposes. The sound of their pursuers thudding against the door - they move really fucking fast, oh god - reawakens the adrenaline and his normally dormant survival instinct, and Daniel dials up his speed instantly.

"What - the - hell?" he pants out between gasps. He's not sure how long he can keep up this rate, but the threat of those people, those things catching up to him is keeping him from flagging thus far.