It bites down again, even as Eames touches her. Her eyes flash over to the side she believes the vampire has bitten down on, expecting to see him there. Nothing.

But instead in the car there are bodies, pale and broken, lying in pools of their own blood. Three of them, she recognizes, just beyond Mick and Eames' shoulders. Eyes wide, she looks at the corpses, and lets out a small cry, sinking back.

"It's not real?" She asks, looking from one to the other for conformation.