Emma let out another sigh of relief as Jackie’s footsteps faded down the narrow hallway. Her handgun felt like a useless paperweight in her hand. God why didn’t anything in this place stay dead? Hell, how was she still alive? Pushing away the questions clawing at her mind, she cautiously peeked her head out the door, her eyes darting over the walls, searching for any shifting shadows or hidden traps.

“Damnit, Miles… What the hell were you doing here?”

Taking a steadying breath, Emma stepped out of the safety of the bedroom, her movements light and precise, her head constantly swivelling. There was only one thing Emma knew for certain in this madhouse, and its that she's getting her husband back no matter the cost. Now… where were the rest of those dog heads?