Jodie watches over Andrew's shoulder as photographs and artwork fall off the walls and the hallway phone is slapped off of its little stand and clatters onto the floor. Aiden sticks close, knocking aside any flying objects that come too close to hitting Jodie or Andrew, but they're retreating too quickly for him to actually tangle with the monsters themselves.

The stairway leads to a door that, to all appearances, leads out into a bright, snowy winter afternoon. But it opens to reveal a long, silent hallway. It's well lit, but freezing; thick frost covers the floor, walls and ceiling, and icicles dangle from support beams.

The hall is strewn with bodies, most propped against the walls, some sprawled across the floor. They, too, are covered in frost. Fortunately, Jodie is in no position to see them; the door they've dashed through has shut behind them, and frosted metal fills her field of vision. She shivers in the sudden stillness, then buries her face in Andrew's neck.