Over twelve hours since Regina Balfour was abducted.
After Kris drops him at the Wycombe Police Station, Simon drives to the Holiday Inn and takes a room. He rapidly falls asleep.
It is dark, Simon looks around him, an old church, a ruin, the roof has fallen in and the pews are damaged, maybe burnt. A cross still mounted on the far wall. Moonlight filters through the dark sky, down through the empty space where the roof would have been.
The darkness seems to be closing in. Simon hears a faint noise, like the beating of wings, a dark shape, flitting at the edges of his vision. It coalesces, a hazy, smokey form. Difficult to make out in the gloom but he has the sense of eyes, yes, eyes in the smoke, glowing red eyes.
As Simon notices the eyes they seem to notice him too, he feels the attention of...something...it looks straight at him and...Simon wakes up in a sweat.