This isn't the first time he's been lured with the image of his son, nor with rescue. He knows better than to hope, only dreading whatever inevitable point she'll be making with this.A dramatic flair has always run through this false family. He never thought of it as a truly terrible trait, before now. He draws back, curling away from the image.

"Stop. Stop it, please."

Something about this feels off. It's different, strange. Less direct. Sloppier, slower. It feels like a slow build up before a dramatic payoff, the slow-building dread of a horror movie before the bloodshed begins.

"Don't do this. Please go away."