"She's coming for me," Crane mumbled, still kicking and flailing. "Get off--get off of me, don't touch me I don't want you to touch me I can't--"

He trailed off, now, sobbing, curling himself into a ball, shaking uncontrollably. This was Crane unhinged--Crane gassed would most likely amount to the same thing, but right now? Right now he was getting beaten while the skeleton of his great-grandmother watched, and a thousand crow eyes were upon him.