Hurtling through the air, the old, broken compass impacted a wall, shattering into shards of glass and metal, but not before leaving a gash in the wall.

Grimacing, Lina growled, "Chester!" As he looked around for his drink, she frowned, "You probably lost it being an idiot." She giggled, maybe you swallowed the whole bottle because you were scared!"

"It hurts..."

"Well, swallowing a bottle..." Lina stopped.

"Ithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurts..." Something whined. Slowly, Lina looked up.

The wood of the cabin wall had been overtaken by convulsing, shadowy masses of movement. Grimy looking hands clawed at the air, more of them forming to reach the walls, where they began to scratch aimlessly. One of them was holding Chester's bottle. Spots without hands were taken up by small, round faces, twisted into pained expressions.

[b]"It hurts!"[/b] they cried. Lina paled.