Lydia's scream seems to fill the world but while Jordan can feel it around him like a physical presence it doesn't elicit more than a slight wince from the concerned deputy. Was this another proclamation of death or the sound of a broken mind? he asked himself not sure which answer, if either, he wanted.
When the echo of the scream dies down Jordan notices Lydia's lips moving, whispered words passing through them, and he sits down on the bed beside her in an attempt to hear what she is saying.
"Jack and Jill went up the hill
up up up
down down down
Jack fell down and broke his crown
his crown, his crown for the King
Up he got and home did trot
home home home
coming home
he's coming home
Jack and Jill and Jack and Jack"
Suddenly Lydia's mouth snaps shut and her head whips towards the doorway causing Jordan's body to immediately tense and his attention to follow her eyes finding a figure filling the rooms only exit. A figure shaped like a man, solid, muscled, more than just a man, a possible threat!
Jordan can feel the heat within him grow as his other side comes to the fore driven to protect his little banshee.
The figure drops the bag that had been casually slung over its shoulder to the floor, rolling out a low rumbling growl from its chest in warning. The light from the hallway falls behind this trespasser obscuring any features in shadow, all but the eyes which now glow a bright electric blue. Jordan doesn't miss the fingers lengthening as they are tipped with sharp claws, his eyes burning red in answer he stands in front of Lydia ready to meet this new foe head on, burn it to ash and send it back to hell.
