The scream filled the void in Tracey's fear. It filled the apartment. The thing that was Timmy watched in amused recognition as the scream, spider-like once more, hung portentously in the middle of the room, as if on a thread out of Tracey's distended mouth , .
In the apartment downstairs, the scream took the form of abject fear. All who sat around the table, felt it and within it recognised their own failure and despair, their own hurt and defeat.
Heads bowed and tears fell. Harry Danes, alone, sat unmoved. He alone recognised the source of the fear.