"She's waiting for the moon." Susan looks up at the light fading from the sky, then looks back at the others. "Do'ee hear them chanting?"

"That's not them," Alain says, steady and quiet. "They're not here, Sue. They can't reach you."

"But she is," Susan informs them. She's staring past them all, at the ash-black figure standing outside their circle.

(I curse thee with the ashes)

"The dead walk here, do'ee not ken?"