[Eclipsa is in a panic spiral, paralyzed where she stands, hands gripped on the bars of the cradle. The baby whines softly, too terrified to make a noise any louder than could bring the attention of this Beast.
Don't think about your husband, think about something else. Don't think about your husband, think about something else. Don't think about your husband, think about something else. ANYTHING else. Anything but the husband.
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Don't think about your husband, think about something else. Don't think about your husband, think about something else. Don't think about your husband, think about something else. ANYTHING else. Anything but the husband.
A figure appears around the corner.]