1: From behind, Sedjet sits at his computer in his dimly-lit bedroom.

2: Looking tired and distressed, he rubs his head, puzzles by what he sees.

3: With a sudden flash, we see the Black Idol’s writhing flesh.

4: Distressed, Sedjet’s eye is open wide.

5: The face of the young man from Sedjet’s dreams emerges from the writhing tentacles.

6: Sedjet holds his head, leaning back in his chair, distraught. Behind him, in the shadows, the black dog stands: ready to pounce.