The TV whirred as Lauren rewound the tape again and again. She could barely believe her eyes, but there was the proof. Playing in full colour before her. She roughly scrubbed at her eyes, playing the video another time through. It couldn't be. But it was...
"So who is this Eli guy, anyway?" Jack shot his son A Look.
"Don't you think we'd have done something about it if we knew?" He pointedly turned his back on Darren, facing the wall once more.
"I just think it's a bit wierd, that's all. It's like we're meant to know who he is or something..."
"Darren." Jack sighed, turning round to face him again. "Just get on with cleaning the wall." They both turned back to their task in silence.
Lauren's eyes were glued to the screen as she watched again. Newt painting the message on the wall. Newt destroying Steph's postfolio. Newt talking to himself. Net addressing an empty room as Eli. And his eyes...
Lauren shivered as she stared into the depths. There was only one word she could use to describe those eyes.
Mad...