Going into the test, we had a list of sirens that we knew were going to fail.

Test fast, fail fast, adjust fast.

It was very unusual, because normally the producer requests the test to determine whether they want to hire someone or not. Olivia was concerned about playing a seventeen year old.

What would you attempt to do if you knew you would not fail?

As he pushed her by the shoulder toward the gate, the rising howl commenced. Nightmares had beome a science. Someone, a mere human, had taken the time to dream up this satanic howling. And what success! It was the sound of panic itself, mounting and straining toward the extinction they all knew, individually, to be theirs. It was a sound you were obliged to take personally.

They didn't have their sirens on or anything, but they were still chasing.