The noise accompanying the rising form before them was enough to send shivers down the Scarecrow's now-human spine; the face that appeared from the mass of hair, followed by the twisted tangle of limbs, caused him to take a few clumsy steps backward. This poor girl looked like she'd been taken apart and put back together all wrong- surely this sort of thing wasn't supposed to happen to flesh-and-blood folks!

The Scarecrow found his breath again as his roommate stepped in front of him, separating him from the girl. He looked around quickly- the rest of the hall was dark, but seemed clear. Better yet was the fact that they were no longer hacking up hair from the inside-out. His flashlight was providing little light as it flickered, but it didn't matter- he could somehow still feel the presence of the mangled woman hanging in the air. It was a feeling he was certain he didn't like.

"Depth Charge!" he said in a raspy whisper, his throat uncomfortable, "Let's get out of here while we can!"