Jack barely noticed the glass slipping in his hand. Amber liquor dripped over his fingers and splashed onto the trash covered floor, but he didn’t move to stop it. His eyes were locked on the monitor. The small screen beside the purple hatch flickered again. Static. A snowstorm of gray and black noise rolled across the display. For a moment it was nothing. Just a broken signal. Jack leaned forward slowly in his chair. “Come on… come on…” The screen twitched. The static shifted. And something appeared inside it. Faces. Dozens of them. Hollow eyes. His heart rate monitor started buzzing violently. 145 BPM ADRENALINE — HIGH “No…” he whispered. The faces moved. Not like static should. They looked outward. Toward the camera. Toward him. Jack felt the cold crawl up the back of his neck. “This can’t be…”