The wind blows through the twisted trees of the countryside, rattling the shutters of an abandoned building. Inside, you hold your breath, lurking in the shadows. Voices are heard in the distance. First bursts, then a rhythmic rumour, footsteps and a melody you recognise from years of working alongside the Irish.

Remmick approaches the house where you've taken refuge in a loud, mocking voice.

"Ohhh... I know you're in there. No need to play hide and seek, not with me. Does this melody mean anything to you? "

The rhythm of Rocky Road to Dublin begins to rise with the rough and ready vocals of the people it has transformed.

Remmick took a few steps back, facing the house, arms wide open, while his ‘family’ - figures in shabby coats, soot-stained faces, shining eyes - clapped their hands and sang cheerfully, their voices growing louder.

Remmick then began to speak over the singing of the other vampires

"You recognise it, don't you? It's coming for you down there. That bloody road to Dublin... we've all been there. We've been through it. But look at us now."

He turns to the others who are laughing and stamping their feet, before turning back to you through the window

"You could be part of it. You don't have to stay in there. You know how the song ends? Not alone. Never alone."

"We can't wait forever, you know that. It'd be a shame to waste this...didn't you come all the way from our good old continent to find yourself alone? Come on...come and sing with us."