Edgar returned Tolten's nod, his eyes on the whiskers that danced just at the edge of his flashlight's reach. The way they twitched was unmistakable, especially after the previous night- their movement was burned into his mind, something sickening about the way they reached out for him. Perhaps it was because the monster was his friend; perhaps it was Landel's determination to drive them truly mad by turning them on one another, forcing them to waste time by containing those who had been changed in a bid to protect them from themselves and everyone else.

No matter what the reason, Edgar felt his stomach shift uncomfortably, his stitches sending a dull ache through him as he lowered his shovel, wielding it like a weapon. He took a step forward, prepared to retaliate should Locke strike. They had to drive him back into the patient halls, to the first room they could find that was unlocked and unoccupied. It was risky, given there might still be other patients down there, but it was their best shot. Above all, they couldn't let him get away.