Stimson's Dropped Spectacles

Thin metal-rimmed glasses with slightly smudged lenses, slipping from Stimson's face as he seizes the latex Klout dummy. They land hard on the corridor floor, skittering a short distance before coming to rest near the Hive's shadowy perimeter. The pursuing reptilian predator halts abruptly over them, its heavy foot descending without hesitation. A sharp crack signals their destruction—glass lenses shatter into small, glittering shards under the brute force of the stomp. The act exposes Stimson's panic and carelessness, leaving behind only a memory of his passage.