Suddenly James was jerked towards Rose, having had a death-grip on the guitar. If not for the terror of suddenly losing control of the situation he would have noted how velvety and warm her flesh was to the touch. Despite his strength James found himself unable to break free of the three-arm grip: "Let me go you freak!" He screams as he thrashes about. He looks up, and sees the white mask in her hand; identical to the one on her face. He dosen't know what Rose plans to do with the extra mask, but he assumes it cannot be good, and struggles and wiggles ever harder against the strong, yet strangely soft and comforting arms of the creature...