Icy hands of Death clutched at Regan's throat. She gasped, feeling like her bones were being torn out of her skin. Lady Mastermind had never experienced something like this before. It made the blood in her veins run cold. Still holding onto the baby whilst in the grasp of Wicked's spirits, she gritted her teeth, and added more to Wicked's illusion. The wolves had broken into the room. They were going after Joseph, but now there were more to go after the twin's mother. Regan writhed under the ghosts' cruel grasp, but never let go of the child in her arms. One was better than none.