The sound she hears behind them sends a chill down her spine. It's a voice, gravelled and alien, rumbling down the canyon with the swarm.

"Aw, don't go! You just got here! Come and meet the children! Stay for supper!"

Alex doesn't even want to look back, she just hurls herself into the darkness head, more falling than running as her feet fly over the broken ground. She holds tight to Ichabod's hand and prays.