I expected resistance. I figured we'd at least run into some of the Faithful, considering I'd witnessed a light come on inside the church. Instead, as we burst through the door, my need to act at full throttle with just try and stop me holding the wheel, disappointment won over when, instead of a fight, only the remains of a small group of expired latents offered their staring eyes as testament to the fact we were far too late to help.

Reena's lack of tension turned to disgust ...