Yolanda dropped the book, stumbling backwards and tripping over her own feet. She landed with a heavy [i]thud[/i]. Looking up at the creature before her, her mouth opened to formulate words but failed on her first attempt.

Composing herself as best she could, she tried again, this time succeeding. "Who are you?" Yolanda asked, annoyed that her question came out in a weaker voice than she would have hoped.