She hears Carolina, of course she hears her, but CT's head doesn't turn and her feet remain glued to the spot. The first sign of motion is her spine straightening as if pulled upright by unseen thread, and then she simply turns and walks.

Through the crowd, the demonic patrons letting her through without fuss nor fanfare. Her feet carry her forward with no say so from her, every step a new wave of dread through her nerves.