"Jesus," Owen said, trying to picture that kind of creature in his mind. "Considering we're here, whatever is in the woods is from Them. I don't want to assume anything about the body, but if it wasn't the creatures, it was still Them. Everything here..." It was Them. Exhaling softly, Owen managed a faint smile. "This is a lot to absorb, I gotta say." It would be especially hard to adjust to all of this without Cecilia. All Owen could do was hope They would bring her back sooner than later.