Its head craned forward, its arms outstretched.
Its delicate voice was sweet and high pitched, a young child in desperate need of love and reassurance.
Blood still dripped from its outstretched fingers, but his child's smile shone through the smears of red around its mouth.
Tracey fell to her knees, sobs racking her body as she held out her arms to him.
"Mummy," it said, almost in a whisper. "Mummy come to Timmy!"
Eyes blinded by her tears, she almost fell forward towards him as desperately she shuffled closer to him.
"Timmy kill Mummy! Timmy eat Mummy!"