Connie stumbled back in fear and reached for her phone, keeping an eye on her son as she dialed 911 with shaking hands, mentally preparing to defend herself should Toby choose to attack, but... He didn't move. Connie glanced at her phone, the numbers where in, she just had to press call, and it would be over, the police would come, and take Toby away, and she could go on with her life.

But what would happen to Toby? She doubted he would ever be let free, and she didn't want to imagine what prison would be like for him, and that was the better option. Would the murder of five people be enough for the death penalty? The thought was enough to chill Connie to the core, and she put the phone down before pulling her son into a tight hug, tears welling from her eyes.

"Oh Toby I'm so sorry" she muttered, through her tears, "I should've kept a closer eye on you, I should've took you to someone sooner, I-" she drew a shaky breath, before continuing, "I shouldn't have let George back into our lives" tentatively, Toby returned her hug, "no, I-I'm sorry, mom, I do-don't know what ca-came over me" he paused, and then, with a hint fear in his voice, wispered "I wa-wasn't in co-control".

Her son's words sent chills down her spine, Toby was not one to lie about things, not that she knew of, at least... "I di-didn't want to kill him" her son continued, "I didn't wa-want to kill any of the-them, bu-but, I was trying to-to resist it, but" he turned his head to meet her eye for a moment, and then continued, voice cracking as he glanced away "mom, he-help me".

Connie smiled reassuringly "I will Toby, I promise" she said, and glanced at the clock,her expression turning serious "Toby, your aunt will be here in an hour, we can't let her know your here, she never goes in the old guestroom, though, you will have to stay in there when she's home, I'll tell you when its safe to come out" Toby nodded, expressionless.

Connie hesitated, "Do-do you remember where the guestroom is, Toby?" she asked, Toby looked down, "no" he said, voice empty, Connie nodded, "okay, follow me, then" she led Toby down the hall, until they reached a door near the end, Connie opened it carefully, revealing a small room that looked like it hadn't seen humans for years, in the corner, there was a bed that managed to take up half the room, dispite looking barely large enough to lie in, with another fourth being occupied by a rickety nightstand, there was no closet.

When Toby didn't respond, Connie coughed, "I'm sorry I can't do anything better now, but I promise, when I move out of here, and find my own place, I'll bring you, and give you a proper room, one that you can leave whenever you like" she pulled her son into a hug, and he smiled, "tha-thanks, mom, I-I havn't slept in a bed for mo-months" Connie hugged her son tighter, "your safe now, Toby" she said.