Andrew burns with curiosity, barely able to hold back on the urge to ask her how she knew about the key. Get out of the mausoleum first, he chides himself. He has to trust that on the other side of the door is some modicum of safety and sanity that will give him the chance to ask her what she knows about what's happening.

There's a soft, sliding sound behind him, and he feels the little body in his arms go stiff with fear. Andrew's step falters, the hair on the back of his neck rising as he turns to look just as its head begins to snap back and forth. This time it's not just fear for Jodie that floods through him, but a feeling of dread all his own. A short, shocked breath puffs out of him, visible in the cold and still of the room, and then he and Jodie act in the same moment, she screaming and he abruptly bolting for the door, trainers squeaking and sliding on the slick floor. "No, no, no!" he shouts at the world in general, unknowingly echoing Jodie's thoughts. He slams into the wall beside the door, only just breaking the impact with his own arm to protect his charge, and scrambles with shaking hand to slide the card. "Come on, come on!"