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the north wing was overrun with pirates.

They would fight them off

all afternoon sometimes.

- Sounds fun.

- It was.

This will be difficult for her.

So where are you staying?

- I assumed I was...

- Maman doesn't like guests.

I'm not a guest. I used to live here.

That was a long time ago.

Amy?

Amy, I have to go home now.

- Auntie Christy?

- What the hell was that?

It's my camera.

I set it to go off every half hour.

Why on earth would you do that?

I want a picture of the dark thing.

This is from two nights ago.

Here's the next.

And the next.

They're all the same.

Wait.

I didn't open it.

See? There's nothing there.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

Please, don't go.

I'm gonna be back tomorrow, okay?

I promise.

Get some sleep, okay?

Hi, Debbie. It's Christy. Yeah.

Kind of got stuck here tonight.

That would be great.

Thank you.

- Beer?

- No, thanks.

Pregnant?

No!

No, I'm just taking some medication.

So you're not dating anyone, then?

No, I'm too busy,

and I'm too young to have

a serious relationship, you know?

- No.

- I'm sorry.

- That's okay.

- I guess not.

No, I've just had some trouble.

- Hey, sweetheart.

- Hey!

I'm telling Jeff about your friend

who deep-fried her sister

and then went apeshit at the funeral.

Turns out he was there when

they were pulling them out of the car.

Guys! I'd like you to meet

my good friend from junior high.

Christy.

Wescot.

You probably don't remember me.

I'm Jeff. Jeff Burdan.

Well, I'm Randy. I'm an a**hole

and possibly retarded,

so you can take your pick.

All of the above.

Let me show you to your room.

Christy!

Jeff, what's going on?

- You got her? You got her?

- I got her.

- What do you need?

- Get the door!

Christy! Christy, it's okay!

Christy, it's okay!

Help me! Help me!

Oh, my God! Jeff!

How long were you outside?

I don't know.

- We put you to bed two hours ago.

- Two hours?

Sometimes I black out.

This was on the bed

when we brought you in here.

It was open.

My counselor made me draw in here

after the accident.

Helped me deal with nightmares,

things I see.

Vanessa and I were always really close.

We connected.

Then the crash.

Suddenly, she was screaming

in my head or I was in hers

or something.

For the next six months,

when they were treating her,

I couldn't disconnect.

The things that she had to go through...

She couldn't speak, but in her head,

she was constantly screaming.

Six months later, she died.

It's the same nightmare over and over.

Somebody's closing my sister

in a coffin,

but we're still alive, clawing to get out.

An artist.

A shy one at that.

- Hi, Dr. Cestia.

- You look great, Christy.

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