"Not to worry," sneers the more talkative guard, "you'll get your turn, bird-man. Bet Doctor Ripley would love to see how those wings go on --"

"Shut up, Heth," says the other, with an almost audible eyeroll. "Come on, you take the smaller one, I'll get the twin."

"No," cries the voice that's been weeping; it's Whitney. "Leave us alone, leave my brothers alone --"