text:  There she is in front of the hut. Creepers, creepers. Let's get out of here, Mr. Thurston. Please come on up here where I can see you. Oh, it's too late. Come on, Peter. I've been waiting for you, Mr. X. Why, Granolou? My people out there in the hills. They ask what will be done to save them from this terror. And I have not known what to tell them.