Alex continued to pound on the cathedral door, but no one answered. She stepped back into the street to check the view through the window again. Maybe she imagined the light, but there it was, though lower this time. Someone was in there. Redgrave tried to calm herself. "Get a hold of yourself, Detective. If you're scared, they probably are too." She counted to ten and took a deep breath. Her police training, which Alex seemed to recall with crystal clarity, was still intact. Why she couldn't remember how she arrived in this town was beyond her and a problem for another time. Her priority was whoever locked themselves in the church. Maybe there was another way in, but the Detective had to be careful. The person inside could be armed or dangerous in some way. She'd have to assure them that she was not a threat. But just as she was about to call out, a scream pierced the night. Alex swung around. A figure in a long white gown came running toward her.<br/><br/>"Stop! Stop right there!" Alex yelled at the oncoming woman and grabbed for a gun that wasn't there. "Dammit," she growled and held up both hands. "Stop! Tell me what's wrong!"<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>"What was that thing?" Charlotte thought. Energized by pure fright, she screamed and ran through the fog with no destination in mind.<i>Away</i>was her only thought. How long she had run, she didn't know, but at some point, the woman noticed she was on a smalltown street. The road was cobblestone. The store windows were elaborately decorated with ruffled canopies and hand-painted signs. Was the coffee only five cents a pound? It had to be a dream, but what was this place? She kept running until she saw a figure of a woman, her hands up, yelling for Fawkes to stop. Was she another one of those things?<br/><br/>Dr. Fawkes stopped, gasping to catch her breath. The whispers grew, and the tones tentacled through her brain. Then, she covered her ears and fell to her knees on the cobblestone road. "Wake up!" she screamed.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Alex saw the woman fall to her knees. She screamed<i>Wake up</i>or something. The Detective couldn't make it out as the whispering escalated. Though she had her own problems, Lt. Redgrave knew what had to be done. Slowly, Alex walked toward the woman. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm a police officer." She rummaged through her jacket, but her badge wasn't there. Did she leave it at the police station? "Look at me, ma'am. Are you injured in any way?" The woman didn't answer. Instead, she lay there, her hands over her ears, sobbing. Finally, Alex knelt next to the frightened woman. "I'm not going to hurt you."<br/><br/>Charlotte looked up. Her eyes were red, and black mascara slid down her cheeks. "Wh-who are you? I don't – I don't know you."<br/><br/>"I don't know you either, lady, but I need some answers. Where are we?"<br/><br/>"You're in my dream," Dr. Fawkes giggled. "You must be an amalgamation of all the women I dated in college."<br/><br/>"I'm not a dream," said Alex. Then, gently, she helped the frightened woman to her feet and pulled her toward a streetlight to look her over. Her arms and legs looked bruised, and she had a few scratches, likely from running in the woods. "Come on. There's a church nearby. Outside of you, it's the only sign of life I've seen."<br/><br/>"Not a dream?" Fawkes asked, trembling.<br/><br/>"I don't think so."<br/><br/>"Then what was that<i>thing</i>?" Charlotte started to weep again.<br/><br/>"Thing?" asked Alex, her face worrying. Suddenly, the light began to flicker. The noise grew louder. Charlotte began to scream again. This time, Alex pulled the woman with her. They both ran toward the cathedral.<br/><br/>As Charlotte pounded on the door, Alex knelt by the road. She was done being nice and dislodged a brick from the street. When she looked up, the LT saw a man with black ooze running out of every orifice in his head. Brick in hand, she ran toward the window and smashed it in.<br/><br/>"We're not going to harm you," she yelled to whoever was inside. "But we're coming in." Alex waved Charlotte over and eased her through the window. The man ran toward her, the black goop flying from his mouth like bile. Quickly, she grabbed another brick and threw it at the fiend. It hit his knee. He screamed, and she bolted through the window.<br/><br/>"Boards! A piano, boxes, something. We need to block that window!"<br/><br/>The thing started to climb through the window. Alex looked around feverishly.<br/><br/>"Die!" Fawkes screamed as she drove a piece of glass into the fiend's neck. It made a gurgling sound, and ran away. She pointed toward the aisles. "Pews. We seem to have lots of pews."<br/><br/>Alex nodded. "We should get on that." She finally turned toward the third stranger, the woman holding the lantern. "That includes you, Princess. Lend us a hand."