"Because you're gonna be fodder for them, a-and for what?" James pointed out point-blank. "For a few kills that will be replaced in no time. That someone will replace you while you're worm food! I have someone on the other side and-"

It was in that moment that he realized that "someone" wasn't Mary anymore, but Clara Murphy. He actually stopped dead in his tracks, as if something fundamental was broken. It was as if he smothered his wife all over again.

"Just move."