The ravens are almost on them - but rather than attacking, they all seem to come to a stop, each one finding perch in a circle around the trio.

Then from within the building, a sickly green ball of light flies ahead of them. It hovers for a moment, in the space where they would want to run, before shifting into the form of a familiar woman.

She gasps - a artificial gesture, mocking and purposefully dramatic as she looks at Donnie.

"Why - if it isn't the quiet little turtlekin! The one who so struggled to obey his betters. I do hope you have enjoyed my gift."

She pauses, giving the briefest of moments for her words to sink in before her voice turns hard and cold as ice. "Come to me," she orders him.