Euclid watched a metal door slip open slightly inside the cafeteria, only to see it disappear and reveal Leon and Rose on the other side. The man at the table pointed at the two and shouted something that was nothing more audible than muffled words, and Euclid could see a small and thin looking shadow of a creature scramble across the floor towards the two in the now open kitchen. "Oh, no," he whispered, crawling just beneath the sight of the silhouette staring at the window. "I've got to do something. They could be in danger."
Once away from the windows, he searched for something that could help draw attention, so that Leon and Rose had a chance to escape, something that could, at the very least, crack a window without causing any damage to him. After a few moments of searching, he found a small clay pot resting on the edge of the courtyard. Making a move to grab it, he made the mistake of peering over the edge and looking down at the surface far below him. Gasping, he drew back suddenly and fell on his bottom, clutching his chest in one hand and the clay pot in the other. He wasn't an advocate of high places. It wasn't like he noticed before, but he had no time to think about it then. Thinking about it, he had no time to think about it now.
Getting to his feet, he ran to the windows that allowed the view of the cafeteria, standing in sight of the silhouette's field of vision. Fear welling in his chest, Euclid gripped the pot tightly as he saw its grin widen with the lust for death. The hesitation was growing. If he didn't make a move soon, Leon and Rose could get hurt. With this in mind, he tossed the pot as hard as he could at the window, praying for a positive result.