I found her again took longer than I expected. I had thought she would return home but she didn't. I found her hiding in an alleyway. She was terrified but not of me. I didn't see her friends and asked what happened. She didn't talk at first merely made a whimpering sound.
Eventually I got her to tell me what happened. Apparently after fleeing from me her and her friends ran here to hide and directly into a man. Her friends hit him first and she merely banged into them which saved her life as at the moment of contact with the man they began screaming and turned into smoke. After that he turned see through and disappeared. As she spoke my vision (well my vision by proxy of the birds) began to blur as if there was smoke or something in front of my eyes. I should have realized something was wrong immediately but I was too busy thinking about her story. A few second later the blur in my vision coalesced into a man behind her and he placed his hand on her shoulder. She started screaming and then burst into a wisp of smoke. The man... No. The thing. It was motherfucking Harold.