1: Rhoda descends down blackened stairs, the hallway behind her twisting and coiling, her dream-like state is leading her down a level. Her color and shape start to smear as it becomes harder for her astral form to maintain its proper shape.

2: She turns a corner and is greeted by a large, dark, distorted mass: eyes glistening out from scratchy shadows and writhing tentacles.

3: Rhoda looks at her left arm as it is tugged forward, as if by gravity, starting to distort towards the shadows.

4: Brown scales peel back, and a dark tentacle whips about from underneath her arm, making her gasp.

5: She clutches her arm to her chest as it returns to normal, gritting teeth but staring forward.