Amy blinked and stood up, there was in Glendale, or at least, what could have been Glendale.
It reminded her of Hiroshima after Little Boy was detonated. And Nagasaki after Fat Man was
used. It stank of death, but somehow lack the cruel icey sense of finality, like, the suffering
wasn't over, couldn't be over, wouldn't be allowed to be over. Above her was a sky covered in
clouds but as red as putrid blood. There was no sun to be seen.
She saw two statues of Megan and Margot nearby. She also saw... what looked like the
reflections in the mirror world, only these were of the shadows, Marcine and Jack, the
gargoyles, the pride, the pack, and countless others... And this wasn't the mirror world. And
tiny threads of blackness connected then all to... something behind her!
And she turned and saw it. A massive blob of darkness with twisting threads at the edges.
And atop it were three heads of SOMETHING, but they man, beast, or yokai Amy couldn't tell
and wasn't sure she wanted to know.