The second orderly stumbled from the united front of Aloisa and Danae, blood on her lifeless underworld attire. When she fell upon the broken mirrors, there was no saving her. The body shook as though expunging illness, and a formless shape evaporated from her like wisp of white smoke, called by the thundering storm.<br/><br/>These spectral things were still unaccounted for when Medb's guiding flame chased after the Red Woman, and spent up there in the tub with a chemical flash. All courage sloughed from the Red Woman as the fire followed her red ribbon's narrow stretch and threatened to come into the pipes with her. There was a snap, and the red tether broke, leaving behind that burned and lifeless part of herself in a shallow puddle as the rest of her retreat into the house's plumbing.<br/><br/>In another moment, the dying flame extinguished, and the attic was dark. The Red Woman was gone.<br/><br/>All Eloise could articulate was a sound of worry. The fire and bloodshed had not even seemed to register to her damaged mind, but the darkness distressed. There was something terrible in the darkness.