As Leila looked up at Ezra, she Saw him.
There was his burned face there before her, but it was fuzzy, unreal. Fuzzier still, difficult to discern, was the flaming silhouette of the Burning Man. Both of these were cast in bas-relief over an unburnt, younger copy of Ezra. It was this last Ezra that seemed realest of the three of them.
It was that Ezra that watched her as the other two turned away, back to the house with its cheerful yellow lights and Ezra's two daughters.
A moment later, she found herself back outside that nondescript door with nothing to show for it but teeth marks in her hand.