You just want all of this to be over, no matter what it takes. You should try sneaking around. Logic tells you that.

But you don’t want to wait. She’s muttering and she’s not paying any attention to you or Walter. This is the best chance you have to grab the box and get out of there.

You know Walter won’t be happy. So you don’t tell him. You don’t even look at him. You take a tighter grip on your gun and you lurch forward, firing off a shot at her before you charge towards the box, keeping your eyes focused on that and not on the spirit you’ve just wounded.

As you grab the box, you hear a grunt from behind you. With it clutched in both hands, you turn round, planning to grab your husband and pull him out of the cave with you.

She has Walter by the throat, nails digging into his skin, drawing blood. The gun’s fallen from your husband’s hand and he’s grabbed at her wrist, scrabbling at her skin.

A split second is all it takes for you to act. You slam the box into the back of her head and it splinters and falls apart, leaving you with a charred, blackened heart cupped in your hands. Black liquid runs between your fingers, making your skin burn.

She lets go of Walter and he slumps to the ground, bleeding from his throat. You pull your shirt off and wrap the heart in it, then quickly race to your husband’s side. You grab his arm and help him up, draping his arm around your shoulders.

And then you begin leading your husband away from the cavern, guilt making your chest tight.