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1: The wolf is on the ground behind Melissa. In its mouth is a writhing mass of the Black Idol, tendrils stretched out from Melissa’s back as the black fleshy creature is pulled from her.

2: The tendrils pop out from her back through her shirt, extracted from her somehow.

3: The wolf swallows the squirming, gibbering mass.

4: Melissa watches, visibly grossed out.
The Smiling Man (off-screen): Goodness. Terribly sorry about my pet.

5: The smiling man in a black hat and coat appears by the streetlight.
The Smiling Man: I did not intend to frighten you.