Right arm still raised, eyes hardly daring to blink, Sunny backed them out of the room until she felt the wall of the hallway against her back. Only then did she swing her arm down, slamming the door shut without laying a hand on it.

It stopped, then. The light was gone, the whoosh of air churned up by the bush spirits, the strangled sounds of a man struggling for his life's breath.

Sunny didn't dare open that door again, though. No, now that her adrenaline didn't have to pump so hard, those tears in her eyes started spilling out and she found she was crying.