So originally, this was a longer chapter, since I didn't want to have 3 chapters surrounding "Right as Raynes," but given that I halved the chapter and it's still 5000 words without the intro, I felt that two shorter chapters were better than one exceptionally long one.

I also apologize for the content of this chapter. It's nothing that will raise the rating, but I did my best to draw on my memories surrounding the death of my grandmother. It might also be a bit of a trigger for if people have lost children to accidents.

Like I said, I have a bunch of the rest of this chapter done, so it shouldn't be another five months (sorry), but I do have a technical ecology paper due over the next few weeks. I will try my absolute hardest to work on it, but since writing is how I decompress after classes, I might have more luck getting this done before next March.

Reviews are always a bright spot in my day, and I'm always open to constructive criticism in the form of reviews or PMs.


The drive back to Eureka was the probably the longest Jack had ever taken. Beside him Zoë was tight with apprehension and fear between occasional sniffle of grief for Callister. Behind him Nathan had grown silent, except for an occasional pained whimper or moaned apology to his dead son.

Without the panic of finding their children, and with grief so heavy in the stifling air of the car that it was almost tangible, time dragged as if it was unwilling to grant them respite.

When Jack finally reached the intersection that would lead them either toward Nathan's house or the bunker, he stopped, idling at the stop sign for near to four minutes before twisting the wheel toward SARAH. Zoë looked sharply up at him, startled by his choice and her brow furrowed. He nodded and looked back to the road, relaxing his hands slightly for the last mile and a half before pulling into the bunker's driveway.

He turned to Zoë. "Zoë, I need you to go in and ask SARAH to be quiet and to air out both spare bedrooms."

"Okay, Dad." Zoë nodded, swallowing. She opened the car door and fled to the house. He turned off the car, stepped out and walked around to Nathan's door. Opening it slowly, he pressed his hand against Nathan's shoulder. The scientist turned to him and silently lifted Callister's head from his lap. He slid out from underneath his son and stood wavering next to the jeep.

"Do you want to carry him in, or do you want me to?"

"Please?" Nathan's question was as pleading as the word.

"I've got him." Jack placed his hand on Nathan's shoulder then turned back to the car and pulled Callister out, cradling him in the same way he had earlier and said, "Nathan, head to the house. I'll be right behind you."

Nathan nodded and walked driftingly, slowly toward the front door of the bunker. Jack walked behind him.

SARAH was silent for once, though Jack would have felt better had she spoken.

"Nathan," he said quietly, "Go to the couch. Callister is going to be in the bedroom on the right side of the hall. You're going to be on the left, across the way."

Nathan shuffled away, toward the living room and collapsed onto the sofa as Jack carried Callister up the stairs. He moved silently into the bedroom on the right and lay the boy's body on the duvet.

Sighing, Jack pulled out his phone and dialed Jo.

"Carter! You've been out more than three hours!"

"Hey, Jo." He couldn't help the exhaustion and grief out of his voice when he spoke

"What's wrong?" she asked, worry edging in, "What happened?"

"We had to go to Portland. Jo…"

"Oh, God. Zoë, is she okay?"

"Zoë's fine, Jo," he answered, "Callister isn't."

"I'm gonna kill whoever hurt-"

"There's no one to hurt, Jo. Callister experienced massive systems failure."

"What?" He could hear the denial thick in her voice.

"Callister died, Jo. He didn't make it."

There was no response. The far end of the line was silent for the longest time. Eventually, she spoke again, tears thick in her voice, "Where is he?"

"He's here with me at the bunker," he said gently, "Nathan too."

"I'm coming over."

"Please drive carefully. I don't want to go to two funerals."

She hung up.

Jack closed his eyes for a moment and sucked in a deep breath, steeling himself before going back down to face Nathan. He knew the pain the scientist was in and he wished he could take it away, but he was terrified. He knew that if he wasn't careful, the memories of his own pain would take him back and he would drown in grieff as much as Nathan would.

He walked quietly down the stairs and rounded the corner into the kitchen, asking SARAH to start two cups of tea. Alcohol would kill the pain better, but chamomile tea was always the safer choice, especially while incapacitated with soul crushing pain. It was too easy for alcohol to become a coping mechanism.

SARAH poured the tea and Jack grabbed both mugs, walking them into the living room where Nathan was. He sat down next to Nathan and pressed the mug into his hands.

"Drink," he said softly.

Nathan lifted the cup to his lips and drank, pulling at the beverage until the cup was empty.

"Tea."

Jack nodded, "Chamomile."

"Why?"

"Helps more. Makes you sleep. You remember, and it hurts, but you can process. Booze doesn't do that."

"Thanks."

Jack handed his tea to Nathan and the other man nodded, sipping at it, slowly emptying the drink. They sat silently next to each other for a long time before Jack said, "Jo's coming over."

"Lupo?" Nathan hadn't looked over at Jack since he'd sat down and he hunched his shoulders slightly in distress.

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"She loves him too."

Nathan glanced at him, for half a second then back down at the empty mug in his hands. "I-" he started then shook his head and looked down again. He was silent for a moment then began shaking. Jack flinched back then stopped when a strangled sound of agony tore out from deep within Nathan's chest. He was sobbing.

Jack touched Nathan's shoulder. Nathan curled into him, crying into his shoulder. There was nothing Jack could do but hold him until he hiccoughed to a stop. Still, Nathan clung onto him until he gave a breathy groan of pain and sat up rubbing his head.

"Dehydration. I'll get you something."

Nathan nodded.

Jack rose as the front door slammed open. Jo stood looking disheveled, her eyes red from crying.

"Where is he?"

"Upstairs, bedroom on the right of the hall."

She nodded and ran up the stairs. Jack stared after her for a moment then walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Gatorade and an ibuprofen. He was halfway out of the kitchen when he thought better and went back, grabbing another bottle and dose of medicine. They would be for Jo when she came down.

Sitting down again, next to Nathan, he passed him the Gatorade and pills, trading for the empty mug.

"Thanks," Nathan mumbled as he cracked the seal. He downed the pills and a mouthful of the red drink. He set the bottle on the floor between his feet and sighed, rubbing at the corners of his eyes.

"'m sorry," Nathan said hoarsely.

Jack shook his head. "You have no reason to apologize. I understand."

Nathan hung his head, shaking it. "No. It's-"

The front door exploded open and Beverly burst in.

"Where's Dr. Stark?" she demanded.

Jack rose, staring angrily at her. "Why?"

He walked around the end of the sofa, furious at her intrusion.

"He needs a therapist. Someone capable of helping him handle his grief."

"He needs a friend," Jack snarled, "Someone who can help him through his grief."

Beverly snorted, "Right, because you can do that."

Jack stepped up to her, using his superior four inches to cow her back toward the door. "He's just lost his son."

She rolled her eyes. "Callister was a robot, not a child."

"Callister was an artificially intelligent being."

"Fine," she snapped, "What makes you capable of handling a man who's just lost his kid?"

"I know what he's going through."

"Losing a child in a custody battle is nothing like having a child die."

Jack's face hardened. "No. It's not."

She laughed. "How do you know what he's feeling?"

"How do you?" Jack spat. "You've never lost a kid. You've never even had a kid."

"You've never lost one," she said, her eyes glittering.

"Yes," Jack said angrily, 'I have. Now, get out of my house."

"No. Give me Stark."

"What is he? A book?" Jack's voice dropped quiet, hideously, dangerously quiet. "No. Get out. Of. My house."

Beverly attempted to slip past him, but he stopped her. "I'm taking Nathan with me," she growled, "He needs proper care."

"No."

"I'm calling the-"

"Who?" Jack asked, "The sheriff?" He waved at her, an angry smile twisting his lips.

"Fine," she huffed, "I'll get a court order."

"Which has to go through the sheriff's department."

"I'll call Deputy Lupo, then."

"She's not available. You need to be going. Now."

"I'll be back tomorrow," she said.

"Then I'll arrest you tomorrow."

"You can't arrest me for harassment after only a day."

"I can arrest you for trespassing. And I would, now, but I have a mourning father to support."

"I'll go above you. I'll make it impossible for you to get anything done," she hissed, "You'll regret denying me."

Jack's lip curled and for a moment the pressure in the room dropped, before he bellowed, "OUT!"

Beverly took a step back, shaking and fled, tripping up the stairs that lead to the bunker.

SARAH slammed the door behind her and the deadbolt shot home with a hollow thud.

"Dad?"

He turned to see Zoë standing uncertainly at the top of the stairs. "Sorry, Zoë. I didn't mean to scare you. C'mon down. If you want, I can find someone for you to stay with. Pilar or Henry or someone."

She shook her head. "I want to stay here." She paused uncertainly. "Does he need anything?"

"Time. And support. And tea."

Zoë came down the stairs cautiously then bolted in to hug Jack. "'m sorry, Dad."

"Don't be. You're okay. Go see if SARAH has some food. And you don't have to go to therapy anymore."

Zoë giggled. Jack released her and ruffled the horrid red hair, before walking back to sit down next to Nathan.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to be so loud. She's just so creepy."

Nathan snorted.

"Zoë's in the kitchen getting some food. Do you want anything?"

"No."

"If you want anything, I'll get it."

They were silent again until Zoë walked back into the room. She had three turkey sandwiches on a plate. Zoë approached Nathan and held out the plate in a shaking hand. He looked up at her and smiled weakly.

"Thanks." he took a sandwich from the plate and had a half-hearted bite. She smiled back at him. She offered another sandwich to Jack before taking the last one and sitting awkwardly in the armchair near the sofa.

Nathan's sandwich was only half-eaten when it hit the floor, his head dropping to his chest, one of his elbows sagging off his knee, his body slumping forward in sleep. Zoë looked up at Jack.

"Make sure you sleep soon," he said softly, "I'm going to take Nathan upstairs to the bedroom, then check on Jo. She might need to crash here for the night."

Jack reached down and grabbed the partially drunk bottle of Gatorade and stood from the sofa, touching Nathan's shoulder to shake him awake.

"Hey," he said softly as Nathan's eyes blinked open. "You fell asleep. There's a bedroom upstairs if you wanna take it."

Nathan shifted and sat up. "No. I'll stay here," he said groggily, "I can't be upstairs. Not with- "

Jack handed back the bottle of Gatorade and the scientist nodded his exhausted thanks. He watched the exhausted swaying for a moment and offered, "I can stay here if you want, until you fall asleep."

He glanced up at Jack, a silent plea in his eyes.

Jack cleared his throat and leaned forward to recover the fallen sandwich. Nathan saw his goal and leaned forward, picking up the sandwich and the two pieces of lettuce that had escaped it.

"Will you apologize to Zoë about the sandwich?" he asked quietly. "It was good. I just-"

Waving a hand dismissively, he said, "It happens. She'll understand."

Nathan leaned forward and placed both the sandwich and Gatorade on the table before settling back into the sofa. Jack followed suit and dropped, leaning back into the opposite corner of the couch and pulling off his badge.

"Do you want me to turn off the lights, Sheriff?" SARAH asked.

Jack looked to Nathan for agreement and when the scientist nodded, he replied, "Thank you, SARAH."

There was silence for a moment after the room went black then Nathan said, "Thank you, Jack. For helping me find him."

"I'm sorry we couldn't have gotten there sooner," Jack said quietly.

"We couldn't've saved him," came a choked reply, "He was already beginning t- to shut down."

Jack reached out in the darkness, his fingers coming into contact with the bare skin of the back of Nathan's hand. He slid his fingers across his hand and gripped it tight once he found the edges of the other man's fingers. Nathan's hand moved in his own and twisted to hold on tight.


He woke to the pressure of something warm and heavy pressed to his side and the gentle light from the skylight. Stretching, Jack realized that in the night Nathan had gone from his corner of the sofa to curl up against his side. Even in his sleep, hard lines of grief were etched across his face and every moment or so, the corners of his mouth would twitch down and his eyes would tighten. Jack tightened his arm around his shoulders and for just a moment, the tightness in his face abated, becoming softer and less sad.

"Good morning," SARAH said as quiet as she could to remain audible, "would you like me to make breakfast?"

"Please?" Jack asked, "Toast and sausage?"

"Yes, Sheriff."

"Is Zoë up?"

"She and Deputy Lupo are outside on the roof, speaking. Would you like me to call them in?"

"No. Not yet. Let them come in when they want to."

Jack leaned back against the sofa and sighed. Nathan's face pinched again. He squeezed his shoulder again and Nathan made a soft sound, curling into Jack's side.

Jack remembered the strength of the pain Nathan was in; could remember the hopelessness and the dark abyss in his chest. He ached for him.

Minutes passed and the smell of sausage and coffee filled the air. Eventually, Nathan stirred against him, tightening with a small stretch before opening his eyes. He grunted, swallowed and ran a hand over his face. Nathan looked down and stiffened again, confused, then startled at the texture of the tan poly-blend. He blinked for a moment, attempting to place the fabric and jerked up, staring in horror at Jack.

"'M sorry," he grunted. "I didn't-"

Jack held up his hands. "Hey, it's okay."

Nathan sat up fully and looked around, taking in the two empty mugs, the bottle of Gatorade, and the half eaten sandwich on the table.

"It wasn't a dream," he said sadly.

"I'm so sorry."

Closing his eyes and breathing in deeply, Nathan let out a shuddering breath. He had his eyes closed for another moment before saying, "Is that coffee?"

"Yeah. SARAH made breakfast. Toast, sausage, and coffee. Do you want some?"

He nodded.

Jack stood and held out his hand to pull Nathan to his feet. The scientist took it and Jack hauled him to his feet. Nathan swayed then asked, "Can I use your toilet?"

"Absolutely." Jack gestured to the bathroom. "If you want to shower, I have a clothes you could use. Everything'd be a little short, but-"

"Thank you. I'll take that shower."

Jack nodded. "I'll get you a change before you start it."

"Thank you."

Nathan turned away for the bathroom and Jack lingered just a second, ready to answer any questions, before dashing upstairs.

He bent over his dresser, fishing through it. There was a pair of US Marshal sweats, one of three sets he owned, that always had been a couple inches too long in the leg. He also owned a collection of slightly large t-shirts.

They should fit Nathan.

He heard the toilet flush and nearly tripped getting back downstairs. Nathan was standing awkwardly with his hands clasped behind his back in front of the bathroom door. Jack handed him the folded clothes.

"These are both a little long on me, so they should fit you." Then he nodded to the bathroom. "Green towel's mine, black is Zoë's. There are some white towels under the sink that you can go ahead and use. And you can use any of the stuff in the shower, but I'd avoid using the soap with the pink bead things, unless you like smelling like strawberries and cream."

Nathan chuckled, humor briefly crinkling the corner of his eyes. "Is that any commentary about two weeks ago?"

Jack blushed scarlet across his nose and cheeks. "It's not my fault if I'm saving the town until four in the morning and have to get back up at six to have to save the town again."

The scientist closed his eyes with an almost smile then nodded.

"I'll be in the kitchen," Jack said. "I'll have SARAH keep the food warm."

"Thank you."

Nathan retreated into the bathroom, the clothing held tight against his chest.

Jack walked into the kitchen and sat. There was a long pause then the sound of the shower turning on filled the house. He knew what Nathan was going through, the knowledge that everything was fine, then the odd kind of slipping sensation when the realization came crashing in that everything was wrong, followed finally by the sick heat of the pain in the chest and throat.

"Would you like me to pour your coffee, Sheriff?"

Tugging at his short hair, Jack nodded. "Please?"

"While I am preparing your coffee, can I remind you that you haven't changed out of your uniform?"

He stood. "Thank you, SARAH."

Standing, he went back upstairs to look for a change of clothes.


When he came back down, Nathan was sitting at the bar, hands wrapped around a mug of coffee, the second sitting steaming in front of the chair Jack had left out when he went upstairs to get changed.

The sexual part of his mind, the one that refused to shut up, even though the rest of his rational mind told it that it really, really needed to shut up, pointed out that even with the crinkles of sadness at the corners of his eyes and the slight puffiness to his cheeks that said he'd been crying in the shower, a damp Nathan Stark was a beautiful thing. Violently reprimanding his traitorous mind, which again rebelled and chose that moment to remind him of the ordeal at the electric fence the morning previously, he walked around Nathan to the panel in the wall which pulled away to reveal the sausage and toast SARAH had been keeping warm.

"Do you take anything on your toast?"

Nathan looked tiredly over at him. "Butter, and marmalade if you have it."

SARAH spun the rack with the jams to show the marmalade and slid butter out of the fridge. He placed the spreads on the table in front of Nathan and sat. Then stood again when he realized that there were no knives to put the butter on with. He went over to the cutlery drawer, grabbed two knives and sat back down, passing one to Nathan.

They ate in silence, Nathan finishing before Jack, eating rapidly and efficiently. He sipped at the coffee then set it down and sighed.

"Last night-" his voice was rough and he cleared it. "Last night you told Beverly you knew what it was like to lose a child."

Jack mirrored Nathan's sigh and set down his toast.

"I did."

He looked up to see green eyes fixed on him, pleading.

"My ex-wife Abby and I had a daughter before we had Zoë. Her name was Audrey." He smiled sadly. "She was bright, she was funny, and for a five-year-old she was incredibly brilliant."

He glanced back at Nathan. "You would have liked her. She got in trouble once at preschool for refusing to put two wings on the same side of the profile of a bird," he added with a chuckle. He sobered, his eyes becoming sad.

"Three months and eight days after her fifth birthday, Abby and I were cooking dinner in the kitchen while Audrey played in her room with her plastic animal toys. When I went in to tell her that dinner was ready, I found her. She had swallowed a quarter and choked on it."

He could hear Nathan swallow as the man looked down at his hands.

"Audrey's death was the reason Abby and I started fighting. We had Zoë slightly more than a year later. We've never told her."

They were silent for a long moment. "Will it ever get any better?" Nathan asked, quietly. "Sometimes it doesn't seem real- like maybe if I went back to my lab, he'd still be waiting there, but when I realize that that's never going to happen again, it feel like my heart's being pulled out of my chest."

"It will. It took a long time to feel normal again, and it was hard to be excited when we first found out that we were pregnant with Zoë, but we got into it at about six months. We moved, bought all new baby stuff and put all of- well, almost all of Audrey's things went into storage. I kept the iguanodon she was holding."

"That's the one on the filing cabinet behind your desk."

Jack nodded and continued. "It's also been fifteen years. It still feels wrong sometimes that although I miss her, I can't really remember her face or feel the same guilt I used to."

"You didn't know that she'd swallowed a quarter," Nathan pointed out.

"I'd only been in the kitchen five minutes. If I'd stayed with her," he said, explaining, "I could have stopped her from swallowing the quarter. It's like how you don't know what made Callister work, so figuring out what was wrong with him was impossible."

Nathan grit his teeth and looked down. Jack reached out and touched Nathan's hand.

"I know you hurt. I know you want to blame yourself, but you can't. You didn't do it and you didn't cause it."

Nathan's eyes were lined with tears when he met Jack's gaze.

"How old was he, Nathan?"

"Six." Nathan's voice was thick.

Jack smiled gently. "I've heard a lot about him over the last day- enough to know that Callister was an amazing person. If he could convince Jo to like him-"

A corner of the scientist's mouth twitched into a sad smile.

"You loved him, yeah?" Jack asked.

"Yes."

"And he loved you."

Nathan nodded.

"Did you program him for that?"

"No." Nathan's voice was hoarse, shredded with his anguish.

Jack looked at him earnestly and gripped his hand. "Then he loved you because he wanted to."

Nathan crushed his eyes shut and drew in a ragged breath.

"Jack," he said almost inaudibly, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.

"That's what you need to remember about your son, Nathan. You need to remember that he loved you and you need to remember the good things that happened."

Nathan slumped forward, his hands gripping the back of his head as he sobbed. Standing from his chair, Jack approached Nathan and pulled him to his chest in a tight hug. He stood, holding the shaking man as he clung to him, wishing there was some way he could take away his pain.

Eventually, he hiccoughed to a stop, much as he had the night before. Jack released him gently and picked up the empty mug from the counter. "Do you want me to make more of that tea from last night?"

Hanging his head in shame, Nathan nodded.

Jack pulled a mug from the cabinet and went to the sink where SARAH poured out boiling water. He grabbed a tea bag, tore it open, and placed it in the mug. Nathan took it with a thankful look when Jack offered it to him.


Eventually, Zoë and Jo returned, both with a rim of red surrounding their eyes from tears. They sat for breakfast in silence. When she finished, Jo thanked them and left, citing her need to fill out the necessary forms. Jack attempted to give her the day off, but she refused, and the look in her eyes asked him not to force her, because mindless paperwork was what she needed to try to cope.

After Nathan was finished with the tea, the wandered back out to the sofa. The three sat there in the silence of shared grief and shock.

It was Nathan who eventually stood, swaying slightly.

"I need to talk to Henry about what departments at GD might benefit best from studying Callister.

Jack shook his head. "No, that's not what you're going do. When you call Henry, you're gonna ask him what the next steps are in disguising him from the government and we're going to figure out the logistics of his funeral, okay?"

Nathan closed his eyes, swaying again.

"I may have only had once conversation with him, but Callister was more of a person than some of the people living in Eureka. He deserves just as much respect as anyone."

The black-haired man nodded and Jack stood, taking Nathan's elbow and leading him back to the couch.

"Actually," Jack said, noticing the dark circles under Nathan's eyes, "I'm going to call Henry, and you're going to sleep of the sofa while I sit in the armchair and make the call."

Nathan nodded again and curled into the sofa, turning to fit his entire 6'4" frame onto the cushions.

"Zoë," Jack directed softly, "if you'd like to go to Pilar's or to the office with Jo, you can."

She shook her head. "I'm going to get a blanket for Dr. Stark and sit here and read while you talk with Henry."

"Thank you, Zoë," Nathan said quietly.

She stopped halfway up the stairs and turned to face the man staring straight ahead and half-curled on the sofa. "You're welcome, Dr. Stark."

Jack sat down in the armchair near Nathan's head and pulled his phone from his pocket. He paused, turning to Nathan. "If it's easier, I can make this call in another roo-"

There was a soft snore and Jack realized that Nathan was asleep. It was so cliché Jack could have laughed, except he was calling Henry to tell him to put on his coroner's badge. Dialing Henry, he watched as Zoë came back down the stairs clutching her spare log cabin quilt, the one she'd bought right after she'd come to Oregon permanently. She spread it carefully over Nathan's sleeping form as Henry's voice answered from the other end of the line.

"Jack! What's up? I don't have much time to talk. The virus disappeared and I need to find out how it got into the intranet."

He looked up to see Zoë settling against the front of the sofa reading a James Patterson novel, something she'd been describing to him about genetically engineered children with wings.

"Henry-"

Exhaustion must have weighed heavily in his voice, because Henry's tone had changed to a more worried one. "Oh, God, Jack, what's wrong?"

Jack swallowed. "Henry, I need you to bring the coroner's van to the bunker."

"Jack," there was pure panic in his voice now, "Did Zoë-"

Jack shook his head, then remembered Henry couldn't see it. "No. It's Callister.

There was silence on the phone.

"Callister's dead."

"Yes."

"What happened?"

"Complete systems failure."

"Organ failure?"

"No. Callister was AI."

Henry was silent again.

"Nathan was his creator," Jack clarified.

Still silence, then "Do you know where Nathan is?"

"Asleep on my sofa. Callister is upstairs."

"I'll be over as soon as possible."

There was the soft sound of Henry hanging up and Jack lowered his phone.

"Dad?"

Jack looked up at Zoë. "Yeah?"

"What did Henry say?" she asked.

"He's gonna be over soon."

Zoë looked down at her book and tightened her fingers around the pages of her book. "Is Dr. Stark going to be okay?"

Looking from his daughter to the sleeping scientist, he watched as, again, tiny pinches of anguish twisted the corners of his eyes.

"No," he said simply, "Not for a while."

She nodded an glanced back at her page.

"If I'd realized he was sick when we left-"

Jack stood from the chair and quickly dropped to sit in front of his daughter. He pressed the book into her lap and took her hands.

"Zoë, there's nothing you could have done. I don't know enough about computers to really know what was going on with him, but Nathan was terrified. There had to be something wrong before everything started to get weird."

"Daddy," she said quietly, tears springing to her eyes, "I watched him die. I liked him and I watched him die."

"Shhh…" he pulled her in for a tight hug and she started crying desperately into his shoulder. "Shhh…" he said quietly, rocking her gently. They stayed like that a long while, he rocking her until she had sniffled her last tear into his shoulder.

He remembered the first time he'd watched a person die. He hadn't cried first off, the terror of it had waited to catch up with him until two days later when he'd been sitting home alone waiting for Abby to come home from a trip to her mother's for the weekend. He had been curled in a slightly-less-than-sober ball on the sofa when Abby walked through the door. It had been before Audrey and she had done for him what he was now doing for Zoë.

There was a hiss of the door unsealing and he looked up to see Henry staring at the living room like it was a war zone.