Something had already happened to him. But Annabelle, again, doesn't point this out—even she has a modicum of social awareness in these situations, especially around a child.

"We haven't been searching for very long," Annabelle reassures Susan. "I understand why your head is going there, but try not to think about that. Try not to think that way."

Her gears are turning, trying to think of a different way to do this. A different way to find Lauren. There has to be something more productive than trying to move through this nebulous wave of grabbing hands and murmuring laughs, faces and voices all indistinct and useless.