The thing utters a high-pitched shriek to rival Peter's, jaws gaping wide, and Daniel can only stumble back and stare in abject horror. He bumps into Peter, gropes for the other man's shoulder, and abandons the the action as he watches the thing's eyes fix greedily onto the movement.

"Run, run run run run run," are about the only words he can successfully form but his muscles have locked and gone rigid. He's gone deer-in-headlights frozen in the face of whatever the hell this thing is, paralyzed but for the chattering of his teeth and the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

The thing creeps nearer on spidery limbs.