Outside Connie's room, the passageway was full of savage-looking, see-through clansmen wielding huge swords, which might have been spectral but still appeared horribly sharp. A severed hand flew towards her, trailing drops of blood. It seemed to be heading straight towards her face. The gnarled fingers and uncut, yellowing nails looked set to claw her eyes out.

'Oh, for crying out loud,' she said in disgust as she ducked, then turned to see the hand disintigrate into silvery particles.