Clutching at the stitch at your side you decide you can't run anymore. You turn and dart down an alleyway and hide behind some empty crates.

You can hear your pulse pounding in your ears and you are grateful that your pursuer can't hear it too.

Suddenly, you hear someone coming down the same alley. You resist the urge to look, surely it can't be the same person. No way had he seen you run down here!

But then he steps before you and you see the man from the club.

It hadn't been a trick of the lights. His eyes were yellow again, and this time he makes no effort to hide them from you.

"I don't suppose I can talk you out of this?" You ask, rising to your feet and accepting the inevitable.

"Not a chance," He smiles toothily at you.

Next thing you know, you're walking towards the light…Auntie Em? Is that you?