Blue and red lights flash from the police car parked alongside the curb, illuminating throughout the normally tranquil neighborhood. An officer walks up the steps to the dark porch, heavily knocking on the front door.

"Police." He says sternly, attempting to glance through a small slit in the curtains on the nearby window. After a short while, he knocks again just as the door can be heard unlocking from the other side.

Shane pulls the door open, a casual smile swept across his face. "Good evening, officer. Can I help you?"

"Hopefully." The officer sighs, preparing for his following script. "We got a call from a distressed woman that pinged at a location somewhere down this street. Have you noticed any suspicious activities?"

Pretending to think about it, Shane places his thumb and index finger to his chin as he looks off to the side. He quickly turns his attention back to the deputy. "No. Nothing that I can think of."

"Alright." The officer gazes past Shane to peek into the house. He sees a wife, her back facing him, as well as two kids sitting at the dining room table. Nothing out of the ordinary. "Well, sorry to bother you."

"No bother at all." Shane's smile widens, noticing where the man's eyes were wandering. "My family and I were having dinner. You're more than welcome to join if you like."

The officer, clearly busy, doesn't even consider it. "No thanks. Gotta hit up a few more of these houses before heading back to the station. You have yourself a good night."

"You too." Shane nods, watching as the officer steps down from the porch and makes his way back to the sidewalk. He closes the door, flicking the front porch light back on.

As he enters the dining room, Shane leans down to plant a soft kiss on Deborah's forehead. Lucas and Paisley sit across from each other, their dull eyes peering into each other's blankly as if they are having a staring contest. Set up on the table is a roasted ham along with sides of mashed potatoes and corn. Each one of them has a plate but nothing has been eaten.

"I'll be right back." He flashes a loving smile at his family. "Go ahead and start without me. Don't want the food to get cold."

Shane ruffles Lucas' frizzed hair as he passes by him, immediately heading to the kitchen and back down into the basement.

"You know, that got me thinking." He says as he descends the basement stairs. From the corner of the room, a lone mannequin watches as he reaches the final steps. It appears that the other dummies had left it all by itself. "This whole incident. We really should get security. Like a personal guard, you know? To watch over us and keep us safe."

Smiling, he passes the table's edge and comes to a sudden stop. "What do you think?"

Shane stares down at Kelly's skinned face that lays flat on the table, seeing that it is neatly stretched out to fit the head of the other remaining mannequin standing before him. The mannequin, his replacement for a mold, already has random slabs of skin stuck onto its torso, kept together by dozens of stitches lining both sides of the body. Its plastic hands are covered with Kelly's, which were slipped onto each one like a pair of leather gloves. On the table are patches of her shoulders and back, as well as her carefully peeled legs and arms. Everything has already been slathered in a preserving chemical that he uses for work, left out to dry. Carefully, he uses both hands to pick up Kelly's expressionless face and plasters it onto the mannequin. He pulls it as tight as he can to make sure that it fits perfectly, at least in his eyes, before reaching over to grab his thread and needle.

"It's okay." He says softly. "I'll make you better."

He gets to work.