I think it was more than one monster. Whatever made his face shift...that was the one from here. The cat followed him here from home.

[It had been haunting him for years. Maybe since he was young, even. He'd rattled off the tragic tale behind the barrier for her in airy tones that never belonged to him.

Didn't stand a chance, did he?]

...Karlach, I couldn't tell at all. She was so distraught on Friday. Crying. Said she didn't want to watch more of her friends go crazy.

I told her that it's kinder, in a way. To get it over with. Waiting it out after is hell.