As the helicopter comes around he raises a hand. Drew smiles and waves back to him. Suddenly a blazing stream of hundreds of paper thin black and brown sheets whizz past and around him, some cutting gashes in his skin, most flying straight out and up... and towards the helicopter.

The fading sun inhibits Steve's view as he tries to protect himself from the dangerous objects. Screeching highly, the objects arrange themselves around the helicopter, some getting chopped into pieces by the whirring blades. As the objects fall to the ground Steve examines what appear to be bats, rather pieces of bats. As he looks up again, the helicopter is completely covered by these screeching bats.

The flying craft's position changes drastically moment to moment, sinking lower as every second seems to last a lifetime.

Helpless, the solitary man can only watch and scream, "T! T! Drew! Pull up! Drew!" His screams are obliterated by the twirling blades of the helicopter and the rush and screech of the bats. As the helicopter sinks lower and closer to the jagged pinnacles below, Steve's screams become weeping sobs of panic over the wall surrounding the peak.

Time seems to go by in slow motion as a horde of black suddenly abandons the flying contraption and the misshapen rocks claim their victims in a loud explosion and fiery smoke. Smoke and heat billows up around Steve's sobbing face from the depths below.

"No..." Steve moans. The sun sinks lower with a sad wink of its rays. The smoke continues to float upward while the sound carries through the mountains. Steve turns, sits, leaning against the wall, and cups his head in his hands slowly rocking back and forth. Night settles into the sky and the loud breath begins to slow.

From the doorway, a shadow waits, red opals lost for a moment in a blink. Steve's face is toward the doorway, back against the wall surrounding the top of the mount. A deep voice booms and shadows skitter away.

"Why... have you come?" Steve's face whips up towards the voice then glances around unable to see the bearer of the sound, the pain of the past few moments lost in fear.

"My bride spoke of your encounter," the voice continues and Steve's eyes follow to the dark doorway ahead of him. "Rise, and enter. Be not malignant and let night be your friend. Safety then you will find true."

Steve with eyes focused on the doorway slowly stands pushing himself from behind with his left hand on the ground. As though in a trance, he drifts towards the castle with a gliding gait and a hypnotic gaze. He steps through the doorway eyes pinpointing the two steady red lights.

"Welcome to our home." Raphael snaps his fingers and wall torches flare to life bringing light to the dark hall and momentary blindness to Steve who raises his right arm to shield his eyes. Forcefully, his arm is yanked down, not gruesomely but rough enough.

"Ah, so she did bite you." Raphael's and Steve's eyes meet for the first time. "She told me she had not meant to but you got in the way. Now THIS is the price you must pay!"

Raphael releases Steve's arm and walks a little ways down the hall, arms outstretched. "This... I can teach you here everything you need to know." Raphael speaks pronouncedly turning about slowly he faces Steve again smiling.

"Welcome to the family." Steve looks down to the stone floor, blinking. Raphael laughs and begins to walk away.