Holly is running for her life. She doesn't even know what kind of demon this is, some kind of snakey thing, she keeps looking over her shoulder to get a better look at it and this is a terrible idea, slows her down, makes it harder to navigate the terrain, and her toe catches on a vine and she pitches forward and lands, barely catching herself on her arms, and looks back one last time before her own reflection showing in its face comes crashing down on her. I'm sorry -
It's -
And then they're somewhere else.