Dr. Danford comes out of room 315. As the door swings shut, Agness can be seen briefly. She's kneeling next to Rupert's bed, weeping. I'm sorry, we did everything we could. Mr. Merriweather is dead. He lingers only very shortly and then continues on down the hallway.
The detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods -- the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep.