Scene 53 (John)

Can't get through to her.

She lays in bed all day and night says, Polly.

The two of us try to get her out of her den.

But she's all holed up.

Closed off to the world.

I wish for nothing more than to be what she needs.

The one she needs.

But soon my mind comes to agree.

I am not what she needs.

I hold her in bed.

Polly doesn't ask questions.

Emily needs the warmth, going cold she is.

Until I see the blood tearing from her eyes when she sleeps.

Imaginary blood.

It's him who she needs.

Tommy