As soon as Barrett sent the message, Professor Brown rang him up directly.

People of a certain age aren't much for texting; they prefer to speak directly over the phone.

Glancing at Zoe lying in bed, Barrett picked up his phone and stepped out into the corridor to take the call.

He walked out, the door opening and closing softly.

The sound wasn't loud, but it still jolted Zoe awake.

She was drenched in sweat, her consciousness still lingering on her recent dream of drowning.

Sitting up in bed, all she could hear was the heavy rasp of her own breath.

The room was empty, desolate.

Those eyes from her...