It was amazing that there weren't screams coming from Pam's room. Well, more screams. She had been screaming, right when that weird noise was going on, and she couldn't hear anything, including herself. She'd screamed for a little bit after, too, until she could hear birds. Lots of birds. She seemed to have lost the ability to scream as two crashed through her window. One was dead, the other was dying, and she jumped for it, wrapping the thing in a hand towel. She wasn't screaming anymore, but tears were flowing freely down her face. This was horrific.
She entered the lounge cradling the dying bird in the towel and sniffling. "Okay so that sound must have really disoriented all the birds because it's not in their nature to do this-- Are you bleeding?" She sniffled as she looked at Kate, then Oliver. "What's happening?"