"Stefano! Get up! They are coming!" Anya screamed. Her voice was a jagged edge in the silence of the basement.
Stefano's chest heaved. He choked on a mouthful of metallic-tasting air. "My heart... it stopped. I felt it stop."
"The surge restarted it, but we don't have time to celebrate," Anya said. She grabbed his arm, pulling him toward the shadows of a massive server rack. "Look at the door. Look at them."
Stefano turned his head slowly. His vision was a blurred mess of static. A dozen figures stood in the doorway. They didn't move. They didn't breathe. They just stood there with his face. Twelve versions of his dead brother, all staring at him with eyes that glowed a cold, empty blue.
"They are beautiful, aren't they, Stefano?" Thorne's voice crackled from the tablet on the floor. "
