Eric

I think I hear noises from the attic, then somebody running down the stairs. I think it was Will, but I didn't see him anywhere. Climbing the stairs to the attic I see Charles and his other two children.

The years haven't been kind to him. I barely recognize him underneath his beard, and his clothes look like they were washed in a dumpster. It reminds me of the homeless people I see milling around Depressing in the early hours. I know some of them by name now. "Charles," I say.

"Eric?"

I nod. "Charles, we have to get out of here. Where's Will?"

"Ran off before I could finish him, thanks to doctor peace and love over here," scoffs the daughter, punching the brother in the arm.

"Shush. I'm in no rush to leave, Eric."

I sigh. He's as stubborn as ever. "Look, I think Will's trying to kill you. He's still here somewhere, and until I figure out where we need to go."

Then all the lights go out.