The thud as JD hit the ground again, his shoulder taking most of the brunt of the fall, wasn't enough to drown out the gurgling sound that came from the bottom of the now jawless skull. It came to an unceremonious stop against the base of another, broken gravestone, eyesockets staring up into the dark.
The detective rolled onto his back, but was quickly sitting up when he realised the thing was still making noises. Scrambling to his feet he spied a piece of stone, what he figured was the top of the broken one, and fingers scrabbled to pick it up.
"Haaaaaa... huuuu..." Crunch, squelch.
Panting softly the detective swayed slightly, the effort to lift the piece of headstone a little beyond his strength, but determination winning the day, and helping him drop the heavy piece on top of the skull. As he drew air into his lungs his eyes came to stare at the letters engraved into the piece of headstone now resting comfortably on the shattered remains of the skull.
Breathnach
"Thanks old man," he muttered. For the first time in longer than he could remember he wished he could talk to his mother. She was about the only person he knew who might have believed this. He bent down and scooped up the lower jaw, weighing it in his hand.