Randal smiled again, this time bigger. The rumbling and light shaking had grown.

He forced his eyes open, returning to the reality of his cell and pushing himself to focus on Temmins. The fat man looked around the room, trying to learn why it shook. His eyes blinked, questions and fear in them, not understanding the situation, one lid encrusted in small, gray scales, the cold dampness of the room not helping the skin condition that covered half his face and patches of his bald head.

Randal smiled again. They were coming. They had found him, and they were coming.