(When Lucretia reappears, unhurt and most definitely not dead, Beverly skids to a halt down the path and breathes a sigh of relief. But now what? Clearly, things did not quite go according to plan, yet she doesn't know what to do to help. As the creature freezes, she too, feels rooted to the spot. This feeling of uselessness is unfamiliar and unnerving.)
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Lucretia?