"They have to be sure that nothing got through. Not a thing," she warned and stared at the screen as if she could spot on of them." When he turned to look at her, she walked around the room before finding a chair to lean against as she collected herself. "Atlantians have kept better records of the older times than the Landers and even then, stories that mothers tell their children go even further back. There was an old one about a clan from the deep, looked like corpse fish and hunted the People for their souls." She nodded to the screen. "That was one of them. Teeth like lantern fish, skin like the dead and eat you alive by their touch. They do not die from bladed weapons and probably not projectile-bullets. Burning them is the only way to be sure."