"Nica, it wasn't your fault." Dr. Foley said, trying to comfort Nica after seeing Karen die.

"Bullshit." Kristen spat. "I took care of Karen for four years, ever since she was sent here. I fed her, I clothed her. I wiped her goddamned ass. All was done out of respect for her son, Andy. If she had wanted to kill herself, I would've known."

"Not necessarily-" Foley said, but was interrupted.

"Nica did it!" Kristen yelled. "And she left a fucking calling card in Karen's blood!"

"Kristen, please." Foley said. "Karen did that."

"Why the Hell would she do it?" Kristen yelled.

"Hey, ever thought you're thinking too hard about this?" Glen asked.

"No, I don't think so." Kristen said stubbornly.

"You know as well as I do what the other possibility is." Glen suggested.

"And you know as much as I do that he's gone, Shitface." Kristen said venomously.

"I hate being called that, Meinu." Glen said in Japanese, while glaring at her. "And sometimes, the simplest answer is the right one: Chucky did it."

"He's gone, Glen." Kristen said. "He's been dead for thirteen years." Just then, Jade arrived with her doll.

"I'm sorry I'm late." Jade said quickly. "Can't believe they're digging Karen's grave already." At the sight of Jade's doll, Glen looked back and forth to both Chuckies, and his eyes grew wider at the sight.

"Wait, there's two of them?" Glen asked, his voice on edge.

"What an ugly doll." Jade said, looking nervously at the other Chucky, while both dolls started talking simultaneously.

"Where the fuck did he come from?" Glen asked, pointing to the first doll on the couch.

"From Alice." Nica replied. "From her guardian. What'd the woman say her name was?"

"Valentine." Foley stated, without missing a beat.

"Oh my God." Nica realized. "Tiffany Valentine. That was Charles Lee Ray's girlfriend." Glen's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"Charles Lee Ray?" Glen barely squeaked out, before whispering to himself in Japanese, "Okasan."

"He was a serial killer in the 80s, and died right next to a good guy doll." Nica began to ramble. "His nickname was Chucky-"

"We all know the story." Kristen interrupted. "We've all been affected by him in some way, except you. You're just using other people's actual experiences for an insanity plea, so stop using your bullshit to dominate the group."

"Nica, it's a doll." Foley reassured.

"Then prove it." Nica challenged. "Prove that it's just a doll."

"Fine." Foley muttered, and getting up, grabbed the first doll and got out his old lighter. Flicking it open, he let the flame start up, before burning Chucky's fingers, one by one, for minutes. Finally, after the doll's fingers more resembled talons from the burning, Foley flicked the lighter off, having had enough.

"Okay, now try the other one." Nica said, pointing to Jade's doll. "He could've switched places with it."

"Leave him alone!" Jade yelled, before running off.

"Jade, wait!" Kristen said, before running after her.

"Dammit, Nica, I thought we had a breakthrough." Foley said. "I thought we were past this." Foley then walked off, while Glen stood next to Nica.

"I was wrong." Nica said sadly.

"Yes, but about him." Glen said cryptically. "What about the other one? Let's get rid of him. Better safe than sorry, y'know?" Nica looked up at him, pondering what to say next.

"What language was that?" Nica asked. "When you talked with Kristen?"

"Japanese." Glen answered. "I'll explain later how I know it. For now, we need to get Jade away from that damn doll." With that, they both left the room and went down the hall.