It’s dark in this part of the office, but Georgia’s not sure it’s empty yet. Empty but for him. It. Him? Tonight she’ll be watching from above. Tonight she’ll know whether he comes to life.

The dropped ceiling tiles are flimsy, but there’s a reinforced catcrawl nearby. She gets a grip, hauls herself onto it, and comes face to face with a giant cobra.

Hooded. Cobra. In the ceiling. It’s rising, swaying, eyes are taking all the light–

The Crocodile Hunter’s strong hand smashes through the tile and grabs the snake, pulls it down, white dust and Georgia can suddenly scream.