1: Glowing white moths pour out of the marble.

2: Rhoda is on the floor. Looking frightened, she holds up her flashlight in defense against the energy.

3: The cloud of moths solidifies into a humanoid form.

4: In a close-up, a frail, clawed hand leans on the table.

5: The form is more clear now: a cloaked figure with a long snout. It leans on the table, knees bent.

6: The moths have stopped their fluttering and the figure is mostly whole in a tattered robe. Poking from the hood is the long, aged maw of a rat.

7: Rhoda has scooted back a little. Shackles extend from the wrists of the figure, the chains trailing back to the marble, a thin mist rising from it.