“I won't easily close my eyes tonight, for fear that my mind's eye will conjure up a vision of the black and desiccated hand with the yellow nails scrabbling like some loathsome crab across the floor, up and over my bed, and scuttling around the walls, it's four good fingers moving like spider legs, the mutilated stump of the fifth like a head...â€ Marshall's epilogue from episode 0080, The Hand.