The Swampsac expels Aedyr's bloody, smoking remains into the squat toilet bowl, still sticky with digestive fluids and scarlet insides. her viscera splashes out over the tiled floor as the bones reach their final resting place, grinning incongruously to the anguish she had suffered in life.

Now the Swampsac's hard bony teeth flowered outwards and opened its gaping ensanguined hole to devour Susan too. She could smell its foul breath, the stench of fresh death emanating from within. Susan cries in stony silence as her violent end comes to claim her, the green goop stretching over her screaming mouth. She imagines in horror, that just minutes from now, her own gory skeleton will be sharing the floor, spreadeagled and lifeless in a puddle of her own warm goop.