The light that spilled through the crack was not enough to illuminate the entire bathroom, but it was enough for Hart’s eyes to discern the crouched shape in the center. The body still tacked muscular definition, but there was no mistaking it for anything but a predator now. Its nostrils distended as it swung its head back and forth. The arcs shortened until it was staring at the shower stall. Its lips curled back, revealing a ridge of undifferentiated ivory. Its eyes seemed to glow with a lambent green light as it took a tentative step toward her hiding place.