He doesn't know what he expects - maybe nothing. But the boy goes down. He goes down. They can be killed.

It doesn't comfort him at all. Even less when more of them swarm in to fill the hole made by Neil's shot.

He follows, breathless, firing off a few more useless shots behind him. Every one finds a target, but every one makes no difference. There are so many. So many. An army of ghosts, shrieking for his blood.

"They don't want you," he gasps when he draws up close to Neil, barely able to get the words out. "It's me they're after."