Nodding, Lillith moved surely to the next panel and split it on a diagonal. The top half was a pair of wide, wide eyes and the suggestion of horns at the top of the stairs. At the bottom half, a mouth and a wordless cry.

Next, the little girl squirmed in her bindings at the sound of footsteps. And the next, a clawed hand covered the child's mouth, arms came around her, lifted her, and more running feet--a single panel in four tight slices.

The next, a bubble, large and filled to the edges with one word: "LILLITH!"

The next was below large, a flurry of movement and the slash of claws across a face not one of those already shown. On impulse, Lillith drew the rake of claws across the entire large panel.

And then a final, smaller panel crowded to the bottom right with Lillith carrying a very small child at a dead run through a forest of eyes.