Angelica’s skin molded and rippled like potter’s clay, her fingernails growing into long curved talons, her now snake-like arms multiplying like the heads of a hydra. A hundred gibbering mouths flowed outwards from her face.

Phillips backed away in disbeleiving horror. He screamed for mercy, and then he just screamed, until his shrieks subsided into a wet gurgle.

And then the only thing that could be heard was the sound of slow, patient chewing.

The problem was solved.

The future was safe.