"What are you…" Lydia and Emily hear the demon say, talking to someone.
A noise is heard and then someone falls on the ground. The door knob turns, with no result. Someone knocks at the door.
"Hey, Mrs. Fremont, it's Sam." Silence. "The guy that helped you back at the house."
A flicker of enlightenment and relief goes through Lydia's face. She looks at Emily, who smiles. "We are saved, Em, we are saved." The, putting her daughter on the floor, she unlocks the door and hugs Sam. "Thank you!"
Sam looks uncomfortable.
Then, Lydia makes a sound, like she is about to cry. She releases Sam and runs to her husband, lying dead on the floor. Sam grabs her arm, stopping her.
"Let me go, it's my husband." She says, looking at Martin - tears in her eyes.
"I know, but if this one was after Emily, there are probably more. We have to go someplace safe, where you can't be hurt. Where Emily can't be hurt." He says.
Lydia looks from Sam to Emily, and then back at her husband. She closes her eyes, weighing her options. "Okay, We'll go with you."
Sam let's her go and Lydia grabs Emily, covering her face. She walks to the door, stopping by her husband's side. "I'm sorry, Martin." She whispers, kissing him in the forehead and leaving the room behind – leaving him behind.