Doorways

You stare at your signal for a moment, time itself seems to slow down, as you look up, to stare into their curious, determined eyes. 'There's no signal, I can't do what I usually do because in this time there are no 'Phones! You've got to believe me on this!'

'Witch. Thy hath heard enough of thou's pleads! Allow me to send you back from in which thee came!' The Priest says. Clearly enjoying the torment which you are recieving.

Isabel takes a step forth, prepared to lunge. Whilst Father Bartholomew backs her up.

'Kill this wretched witch! And make sure this profane thing never returns!'