[Death received the disturbing video, but had no idea what to make of it. Film was a medium best avoided in his world, as it created its own kind of magic that not only opened minds, but opened gateways that allowed things with tentacles and wrong number of eyes to slip through. For all he knew, this kind of bizarre video was normal in other worlds. He'd have to ask Colin about it sometime.

Coming across the Creature Formerly Known As Tim during his nightly patrols, however, does give him pause. Death watches him silently from the other end of a hallway, unmoving and nearly invisible except for the faint, pinprick blue glow of the eye lights in his otherwise empty eye sockets. Something is very wrong here, but he can't quite put his phalange on what.]