The room is dark now, strips of sunlight fading fast. Daniel remains oblivious, eyes glazed and unfocused.
In the doorway, Hawkeye silently stands. There is tension laying throughout the house, tension so thick Hawkeye fears he'll be crushed. Faintly the sounds of neighborhood children waft into the room.
Daniel glances up, quizzically staring at Hawkeye as if he does not recognize his son.
"Dad?" Hawkeye takes a step forward. "Dad, you're scaring me."
Silence.
"Dad, I'm hungry."
"Hmm?" Daniel shakes himself, catching sight of the young boy for the first time. He fumbles. "Go ask you mother."
But Hawkeye can't.
