He looked back up the way where a moment ago Sally were. There not a sound heard, only saw a sign not seen before, standing there by the wall and not a Sally there at all. Surely that sign he would have seen walking past, just before? This street were dark and shadows loom and gloom from buildings tall and grey and dotted with black glass.
That sign it were not there before and of this Bernard he were sure and into the pooling ichor air did Bernard call “Sally, where did you go? You walked beside not a moment ago and now I see not but this sign by the wall”
And into the looming gloom did Bernard stride, announcing purpose with booming call “Sally, where did you go? You walked beside not a moment ago and now I see not but shapeless shapes and looming gloom and eyes that greed and gleam in this narrow place”
Still there not a sound heard but a growing whistling whispering rasp of hungry mouths of things with eyes that greed and gleam on Ripwick Lane.