[Late Thursday Night/Friday morning. A little after midnight.]
[There is sounds of someone struggling. Sounding truly pained. Her voice comes in far off, rough and hoarse from screaming.] Oracle?....Someone? [She sounds closer to tears.] Mom?
Anyone? ...Night Terror. He has me. [A frightened, pained noise as she moves to get closer to the comm on the floor.] Hurry. He's coming back. He'll be back. [Another shaky breath.] He'll kill me.