Bigby's too busy with the shadows to notice what April is doing, or not doing, as the case may be. He savages the shadow in his teeth, ripping it to shreds.

Harry channels his will into his staff, making the runes glow and smoke, giving them just enough light to see by. "Whaddya know, it worked this time."

"Hurry," Clark urges them. "We need to follow her."