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After a second Emmie steps back and they step into the private area next to Gregor's bed.

"Aren't those the police who were downstairs with us?" asks Emmie, pointing over his shoulder as Kendra pulls the curtain closed.

"Yeah but… well I need - look, this thing - it's a little sketchy and I don't want to get anyone in trouble."

"I have a feeling I know what you're going to say, but - I have to ask you something first."

"Anything," says Kendra, but she knows what he's going to ask.

"What… what did I see down there, before your friend grabbed me? What was that thing?"

"They were naughts," she says, feeling out each syllable, hoping this is the question he's asking but knowing she's wrong. "They're Gregor's minions. We think maybe he makes them from dead people and-"

"No," says Emmie. "Not that. I - I know what those were. What did I see Kendra?"