He could hear it, the whispers on the wind, the impossibly tall shadows coming ever closer, as if they'd just seen an old friend. And he could see the demon looming before him; yet his face kept it's stoic countenance, only offering a look of concern when Alex grabbed his hand.

"Go back to the Quarenteen, Alex." He wouldn't be going with her, wouldn't let it get past him to get to her, but he also knew that this, this demon wasn't real. There was no way for it to be because this demon was a creation of their world. A creation of a fiction long ago that had somehow managed to keep crawling back to life. And there were only three people here that knew what it looked like or knew it's name.

But that didn't mean that it couldn't hurt her. And Richard wouldn't allow that.