After Karen's body was taken away and sent to a funeral home, Foley held another group therapy session in his office, to discuss the older woman's death.

"Nica, it wasn't your fault." Foley repeated, trying to reassure the paraplegic.

"Bullshit." Claire spat. "We've known that woman for years. She's been here the longest, and she even believed that she's been dead for thirty years. She wouldn't have killed herself, because she thought she was already killed."

"Claire-" Glen tried to voice his opinion, but Claire snapped.

"Nica did it!" She yelled. "And she left her goddamned calling card in her blood!" Just as Claire finished speaking, Madeleine walked in, with her own doll. It was at that moment that Glen noticed that there was a second doll on the couch.

"Wait, there's two of them?" Glen asked, sounding worried.

"What an ugly doll." Madeleine commented, noting the scars.

"Where'd he come from?" Glen asked.

"It's from Alice, it was supposed to be used in her therapy." Nica explained. "What was her name again?"

"Miss Valentine." Foley answered. Nica's eyes widened, as well as Glen's.

"Oh my God. Tiffany Valentine." Nica gasped.

"Okaasan." Glen murmured under his breath.

"Who?" Madeleine asked.

"She was the lover of Charles Lee Ray, the Lakeshore Strangler." Nica told her. "He was a serial killer in the 80s. After he was gunned down in a toy store, he transferred his soul into a Good Guy doll." Madeleine wore a worried expression, and moved a bit away from the scarred doll.

"Jesus, do not let her dominate the group with this bullshit." Claire muttered.

"Chucky is real!" Glen shouted, standing up.

"You're only saying that because you think he's your father." Claire accused. "You won't accept that maybe your real father was an asshole, and your mother abandoned you."

"That's enough!" Foley shouted. "Nica, it's just a doll!"

"Then prove it." Nica challenged. "Show everyone the doll isn't real."

"Fine. I'll humor you." Foley gritted his teeth and grabbed the scarred doll. The doctor pulled out his lucky lighter and began burning the fingers of the doll, while Nica and the others watched. Nica squinted, she could have sworn she saw the doll curl it's lip and its eye twitch, but it was gone in an instant. "There. Satisfied?"

"Not at all. Try the other one." Nica pointed to Madeleine's doll. "He could've switched places-"

"You leave my baby alone!" Madeleine yelled, and left the room. Nica was about to follow, but Foley approached her.

"Nica, it's just a doll." Foley told her. "I thought we were long past this." Foley and Claire walked away, and Glen walked up to Nica.

"Well, that's one down." Glen announced. "But what about the other one?"

"Let's find out." Nica told him, and the two exited the office and began making their way down the hallway. Once the door closed, the doll stirred, looking at his burned hand.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Chucky swore loudly, clutching his hand. "I'm turning human this soon! At least I still have this to jump bodies." Chucky snickered, pulling out the Heart of Damballa amulet from his front pocket and admired his reflection in the ruby, before putting it back in and went back to acting like a doll when he heard someone walking towards the office.

"Why hasn't he killed you yet, Nica?" Glen asked.

"Why don't you tell me, since you claimed Chucky's your father?" Nica shot back.

"He really is my father." Glen insisted. "He and my mom- Tiffany- fucked each other in 1998, as dolls, and somehow, I was born as a doll, but my sister and I shared the same body. Sometimes, our souls took control at different times."

"So, like dissociative identity disorder?" Nica asked, confused.

"I guess that's one way to put it…" Glen continued. "But when I was six, I journeyed to Los Angeles, where they were shooting that movie about my parents, and woke them up. I swear, I had no idea who they actually were, and I just wanted to discover who I was, and why they abandoned me. Does that make sense?"

"I guess so…" Nica thought it over. "I never knew my own father. Your dad, back when he was human, killed him."

"I'm sorry about that, I really am." Glen apologized. "Once I realized they were psychopaths, I attempted to convince them to stop killing. My mom tried going along with it at first, but Dad kept murdering, even behind her back."

"So, how are you human?" Nica asked.

"Mum and Dad had a plan to get Jennifer Tilly pregnant." Glen explained. "It was a voodoo pregnancy, and the process of nine months was accelerated to only two days. The night Dad tried to transfer all of our souls into Tilly, her twins, and her driver, my sister finally took control, and father snapped, declaring he no longer wanted to become human anymore. Mum and Dad fought, ending with Mum transferring her soul into Jennifer Tilly's body, but Tilly ended up in the doll. When Dad put an axe in her head, I thought he killed Mum, but he only killed Jennifer. Either way, I let my rage best me, and I hacked my father to pieces. I thought it was the end, but five years later, on my birthday, one of his arms was sent to me as a 'present' and tried to kill me. Mum didn't believe me, and I was sent to a children's psychiatric hospital, before I was transferred here."

"So, how come you look like you're twenty?" Nica asked. "Shouldn't you look like a pre-teen?"

"I've actually thought about that over a few years." Glen replied. "Honestly, I don't know. But my best guess is that because the pregnancy was accelerated, my aging is also sped up. Or at least to the point where I appear my actual age. Now, if you're done with the interrogation, why hasn't my father killed you yet?"

"I think he's fucking with me." Nica guessed. "Maybe he's going to kill everyone here, and force me to watch. After all, he killed my entire family before trying to kill me."

"Maybe. Unless…" Glen stopped for a moment. "What was Karen's last name again? I'm sorry, it's just that the doctors don't usually give out that information."

"Her last name was Barclay, and her son was Andy." Nica swiftly told him. "I already called him with the number he gave me once his mother died."

"So that way he'll come here." Glen realized. "Good thinking."

"Thanks." Nica smiled, and approached the door Madeleine walked out of, but it was blocked by Nurse Ashley.

"Madeleine's taking her 'baby' for a walk. And I would advise you don't bother her." Ashley glared at Pierce coldly, who stared back at her. Sighing in frustration, Nica wheeled herself to a corner, where Glen followed.

"Look, if you can get outside, do you think you can take the doll away from her?" Nica asked her companion.

"Absolutely not." Glen quickly said. "I lost my outside privileges after I broke another patient's arm in a fight. I know a bit of karate and Jujutsu."

"What?" Nica asked out loud.

"Don't ask, it's a long story." Glen replied. "Even I don't know how. I just do. I'm just guessing it has something to do with this-" Glen rolled up his sleeve, showing the words Made in Japan on his forearm. "I don't know why that got transferred to my human body either. But you'll need to cause a distraction."

"Already done." Nica told him, and wheeled back over to Ashley. "Excuse me, but can you help me? I'm not familiar with this wheelchair."

"Sure." While Ashley left to help Nica, Glen quietly snuck out and made his way down to where Madeleine was.

Claire re entered the office and grabbed the doll with the burnt hand. As far as she could tell, the doll has caused nothing but trouble, and was the reason Nica killed Karen. Claire walked down the hallway, approaching the garbage chute, but just as she was ready to drop the red haired toy in, she felt a pain shoot up her arm. With a cry, she dropped the doll, and what she saw terrified her. On her forearm were bite marks, and with a sudden clarity, she realized the doll really was alive.

"Claire, are you alright?" Claire looked behind her, seeing Foley and Carlos approach her.

"Doctor Foley, Nica was right." Foley didn't pay attention, staring at her arm. Cautiously, he picked up the doll. "It's been Chucky this whole time!"

"Carlos, help me take Claire to sedate her." Foley announced, and he and Carlos grabbed the woman and led her away.

Back with Nica, once she saw that Glen was outside, she quickly dropped her facade.

"Thanks." Nica smiled innocently, and wheeled over to the window, seeing Madeleine walk to an open grave, about six feet long. Chucky looked up, giving Nica the finger, as Pierce pounded her fists on the glass, but Madeleine either didn't hear her, or just ignored her. Just when Nica thought she was good as dead, Madeleine threw the doll in the grave. Nica sighed in relief, but then when Glen walked over, Madeleine pushed him in as well.

"No!" Nica yelled, and went to get Nurse Ashley.

"Let go of me, you monsters!" Claire screamed, as Foley and Carlos strapped her to a chair. "He'll kill us all!" Foley injected her with a powerful sedative, causing Claire to appear relaxed.

"That's enough to knock out a goddamned elephant for a few hours." Foley remarked. "I've never seen her act out like this. A bit disturbing, but also fascinating."

"Doctor Foley." Nurse Ashley burst into the room. "It's Glen. Something's happened outside, Nica just told me."

"Dammit." Foley muttered. "Hold on Claire, we'll be right back." Foley, Carlos, and Ashley ran out to help Glen, while Clair looked to her right, noticing that the doll was sitting in another chair in a corner.

Nica watched from behind glass, not knowing what on Earth was going on. Suddenly, the doll was thrown out of the grave, and landed face first in the snow. Moments later, Foley, Ashley, and Carlos arrived, helping Glen out. Nica squinted, noticing that Glen looked beaten and bloody. Worried, Nica decided she would have to ask him what happened later.

Claire looked up at the ceiling, seeing the snow collect on the glass. Slowly, she looked back down, but saw that the doll wasn't in the corner anymore.

"No." She whispered, hearing footsteps behind her. Suddenly, Chucky popped up to her left, holding a tank of oxygen.

"Boo!" The doll cackled, then looked at the tank. "Say, does this do what I think it does?" Smiling maliciously, Chucky walked over to the door.

"Man the torpedoes!" Chucky smirked, and used his claw hand to rip off the tank's cap and fire it straight at Claire, hitting her in the chest and causing the chair to flip over. A loud crack was heard, and Claire began spitting up blood. The tank had broken multiple ribs and ruptured several vital organs, one of which was her lungs. She was drowning in her own blood. Satisfied with his work, Chucky quickly ran out of the room, while Claire laid there, choking on the blood she was spitting out. Minutes later, Nica wheeled herself in, having heard the commotion.

"Nica…" Claire managed to say, while she was still choking. "You… were right…" With one last gurgle, Claire's eyes glossed over, dying from the internal bleeding and choking. All Nica could do was scream bloody murder, having witnessed another fellow patient killed.