A long and hollowed-out scream is building in the back of Erik's mind. That second set of vital signs were not just in his imagination. What had Tarantulas done to achieve this? There's madness in the spider's eyes that speaks of so many evils that could have been committed to bring this to wrought. But here he is at Erik's feet trusting in the vampire to get him to his best chance at success. Tarantulas is at his mercy, and mercy he shall have.

"I was an orphan. I won't allow you to create another one."

He scoops Tarantulas up in his arms as easily as a feather, and as soon as he's sure his hold is secure he races off to Sally's home. He can't go at his top speed, or even close to it, because he cannot risk what it might do to this rapidly developing pregnancy.

Every extra second it takes is agony to both of them. But, at last, they make it to their destination. Erik can't use a hand to knock so he bellows louder than a car horn, "Sally Boyle open your door!"