What's left of the building is a mess of debris. It's difficult to distinguish where one room or floor ends, and another begins, though Horvath's powerful display makes things considerably easier as he works. Pipes, boards and swathes of fabric that were once curtains or blankets are found scattered everywhere. Some of the remains are bound of to be of help, if put to good use.

It's only once the initial shock has passed, and everyone becomes accustomed to the strange sounds of the Morganian's work, that others begin to move and cry out in earnest. A slender arm reaches up through a gap in the rubble and grabs onto Danny's trousers. A bright pink face of decorative spines looks up at him desperately. "Children! My children!"