<strong>Alana, Sandy, Eric</strong><br/><br/>The thing turns to Alana, hissing menacingly as she speaks to it. It stands only a few feet away, still naked as when it had jumped off of Stephanie. It didn't move to attack, though its claws were bared. As Alana grows her own weapons, the thing takes a step back, warily sizing the woman up. It lets out a hissing cry that raises the hairs on your necks as it looks from Alana to Sandy.<br/><br/>Eric has no trouble releasing Stephanie, his fingers passing right through the surgical tape, cutting them in half. As her wrists were freed, Stephanie rolled off the bed onto the floor and huddled in the corner. "Don't let it touch me!" she cried, her arms wrapped tightly around her legs.