What odd feelings Ted experienced, both before and after the prayer. Truly, God worketh speedily, as he felt his courage eclipse his reluctance. "You're absolutely right, my dear. Let us take the prize, and rub his stupid face in it! Onward!"

And then he saw many shambling undead, moaning in the hallways. Good thing Ted wasn't afraid! Otherwise he might walk right back out that door. There must've been at least eighteen or so. The cloak seemed to do no good against them either; perhaps it was by smell? At least they moved sluggishly, giving Ted time to take out a revolver from his satchel. He looked toward Koishi, trying to wordlessly express whether she was prepared to do battle and hear some thunder.