The sheriff had moved down his long corridor to his bathroom and he was leaning into the mirror to prod at his broken nose experimentally when the screaming started. "Oh fuck!" he hissed, abandoning the bathroom. He charged down the hallway, his footsteps thundering in his wake, until he reached Marian's room. There, he wrenched her off the floor by her arm, hauling her back towards the bed.
"Shut up, shut up!" he yelled, though the door was still open. Will could still hear if she shouted.