English Channel

Apolinar stood on the sea bed, all fragments of his past life left back in the boat. Over the past day the number of Hollows living in the Channel had plummeted as Apolinar had gone on a rampage across the crushing depths of the sea, their defilement of his territory enough of a casus belli to see them ripped limb from limb.

But it wasn't enough. He had to inflict this terror, this subjugation, this utter domination on those who were not already broken... A shilouette darkens the waters above him.

Apolinar smiles.

Meanwhile...

The news picks up that a cross-Channel ferry has failed to reach harbour in Dover and in fact has not reported to anyone for a few hours.


Pheonix Town
Henry is still nowhere to be found.