A bum that was heading their way, grungy paper cup held out for alms, stopped dead in his tracks, staring at her. Every scrap of what made her smile tolerable fled. The bum's eyes went huge, his bladder failed, and he ran. She chuckled and sat back, going back to staring at the passing cars.
      After an excruciatingly long silence, Alex turned to stare at her.
      "Is that it?" he asked impatiently.
      "No," she says. "That was the night I died."

      She is trying to pinpoint the moment when she began to feel comfortable. She isn't sure whether being suspended from the ceiling like this is supposed to be comfortable... She hears voices and slowly- so slow very slow what's taking so long?- raises her head and looks. Quin is there and he is talking to an angel. She looks for a few moments, now trying to pinpoint the moment when she lost her mind. There can't be a winged creature with pitch black skin standing there looking at her. It's not possible.
      It walks over to her, smiling a smile full of shark's teeth, and strokes her cheek. The finger is too long, tipped with a wicked looking claw, and cold. It speaks to her in a language she doesn't understand but absurdly reminds her of the Swedish Muppet chef. She laughs weakly and the winged thing stares at her for a moment. It turns to Quin and smiles.
      'I will create this thing, Quin... It is brave to laugh at such threats.' Quin just smiles. Cat lets her head fall limp again and hopes that things don't get as horrible as the thing's tone implies.

I TOLD you I wasn't done yet...