inside, the boys huddle in the darkness behind the door, waiting for the cops to pass.
the sound is deafening. it's the sound of every door in the empty house swinging maniacally on its hinges. beating the air like wings. opening and slamming shut again and again.
bones' pov again in his rusted elevator cage. the pov floats down through the house into the basement.
tia's feeding the insatiable dog. handing quarter-pounders to it, the thing scarfing 'em as fast as she can unwrap them. then, for a second, it stops. and looks up. and just stares at something it knows is there -- but we humans can't see.
cinnabar races down the stairs with patrick, bewildered at her heels.
follow bones into the lobby with people waiting to see him for favors, etc. rooms on either side, doors open allowing us to glimpse his crew, taking orders over the phones.
high in the center, where the master bedroom once was, we see a kind of mirage forming. another image of the room still there, vaguely, luminescent in the night.