Sarah let herself be prodded along by Simon and then followed the others meekly as she peered down at her ebony painted toenails as struggled to stay aright atop her prodigiously high heels.   Those before her could hear her mutter as she walked.  Her words weren't always audible.  Most notably were words like, "impossible", "makes no sense", and "what would be the purpose".

Then came the attack of the flitting shadows as they sliced through air and flesh alike with wanton abandon.  Sarah squealed at the top of her lungs and immediately ducked herself into a small ball with her arms wrapped around her blond tresses and her head between her legs.  As a result she was mostly ignored but at the same time missed the resolution and the emergence of the pale creature that had pounced upon one of the spectres and send the rest fleeing into the grasses.