Reluctant as he is to concede weakness, Billy nods. He'll need to find a weapon as well. And it seems he's in luck, as a glance to the right reveals a corpse strewn atop one of the piles. Kneeling, Billy extends two hands: one to gently close his eyes, and the other to take a primitive sub-machine gun. A peek in the chamber reveals that it's carrying half a round.

Dropping his head, he walks back over and glances up at the same pile. Giving Jamie a look that said 'no, let me', he crawls up. To his credit, he only stumbles once. Then, he peeks out---nothing but monsters, but is one coming his way?

It is. It's a nightmare clown, leaked out from someone else's nightmare. "Clown," he croaks down to Jamie. It's advancing with the usual exaggerated grin, but this one has a more sinister twist. Glittering claws are extended. And he's coming closer...

Billy panics. This isn't a putty fight. The clown could be one of the crew corrupted to evil, like he was not long ago. Oh, why can't they have tranquilizer guns? As Billy thinks, the clown spots him---and charges. Only a few well-placed gunshots keep his head from being sliced and diced.

Now he feels nauseous. That wasn't a crew member, right? Oh, please don't let it be. When Billy drops back down to Jamie, the Scot might notice his considerably paler face.