In the apartment below, Ryland, face taught with barely controlled rage, stood so fast his chair toppled.
"That's fucking disgusting!" he shouted at the ouija board, kicked his chair to one side and strode to the window. He held his fists clenched at his chest.
"You cannot do that!" he yelled into the air, "Child! Mother! That's not experiments, that's just fucking evil!"
Harry was behind Ryland in a moment, and only Ryland heard his whispered words.
"Don't lose control, Daniel. We need you."
Daniel's fist smashed against a wall. Then he turned, righted his chair and sat down again.