When her breath ran out and the scream finally ended, she knew it belonged to her...

The length of the place he existed in also seemed infinite. When Luca walked in one direction or the other, he felt like he was on a treadmill, feet moving but going nowhere. The scenery changed in the same manner as it did when he was standing still, but the sphere moved with him.

Micky reached down to pull his sleeping bag up to his chest to help ward off the chill when he realized there was no sleeping bag. He had to open his eyes. When he did, there was no tent, no house, and no backyard. He was lying on the ground on the practice field just outside the canal treeline, and his clothes were soaked. What the hell? Micky sat up to see if the other guys were there. Twenty feet away from him were Robbie, Ray, and Chuck starting to sit up. They were all as soaked and dazed as Micky.

Micky's worst nightmare had just been realized. When Chuck called their dream world The Liminal, he no longer had any question as to whether the events of that night in 1972 were reappearing back into everyone's memories through their coinciding dreams.

Yelling, "Let's get the hell out of here…" Ray hadn't finished the sentence when the head of The Lady came up through the mist, with her empty black eyes, her Medussa hair looking like a thousand red snakes, and here knife-sized fangs snapping at him. He then heard the words in his head as The Lady whispered, "My wrath is warm like blood and will descend upon you soon. Watch for its fangs'. Ray jumped out of the way just fast enough to keep himself from having his head torn off.

Detective Clarke fired again. This time the bullet made contact. As the Lady teetered, Detective Clarke unloaded the Glock’s magazine, then the Ruger’s. The bullets knocked her back but did as little to harm the Lady as rockets did when they bounced off Godzilla in the movies.