Silence. Bodies. Blood. Trauma.
Pulsing- Smoke Creature gone.
People blink back into reality.
Confused. Disoriented.
Tyrell lies across the tree stump.
Shirt torn open. Bleeding.
DOT and TOTTI run to him.
DOT :
“Ty! Ty!”
Authorities arrive. Statements overlap. Usually, no one is talking. Tonight, everyone is talking, but no one is making sense.
BYSTANDER #1: “--- ate the store owner from Adhar's Market… I think it ate some gang guys too… like smoke one minute and teeth the next—”
BYSTANDER #2: “--- more like wet tissue paper over muscle, with long, sharp claws —”
BYSTANDER #3: “--- It was just a big ugly dog, but it was fast – then slow like it was gonna pass out – then fast again. I don't know, but it was ugly that's all I know —”
BYSTANDER #4: “No, it was a dragon made outof smoke— with spikes everywhere. Flew right down here and bit my nephew on that tree stump.”
Officers exchange looks.
Maggie stands behind police tape. Surveying the edges of the crime scene.
Watching.
Thinking.
Something clicks.
Her eyes lift toward the direction of the tunnels.
[CAN YOU HEAR THE HEARTBEAT?]