"A dozen. They came from a space between places," frown. "Somewhere where there's nothing. Then they burrowed into people. You'll know them when you see them: They bleed from their eyes, noses, mouths and ears. I've seen them wandering around, but they're not interested in me."

Headtilt.

"The Dark Man isn't like them. He's alive. He hasn't attacked anyone, he's just watching from afar, at the moment."