It didn't take long before they got to something that made Stephanie stop. It was a swirling miasma of loathsome green, grey and brown colours that coalesced into the image of Reginald Crane. At first, as the calm, efficient professional. Then as Stephanie's trusted counselor and friend.

And then, finally, in his true visage, dull grey eyes hiding an astonishing amount of manipulative cruelty. The blank expression became a cold sneer and he reached out towards Stephanie and the perception of Marcelo.