Cindy's perspective:

The next few days were incredibly boring. I spent the days in bed and evenings in the shower. I barely ate anything, one meal a day. I didn't want to eat anything, but they threatened to tube-feed me so I ate one small meal a day, just enough to keep me alive. Every day new people came in, therapists and psychologists, to try and get me out of bed. I never listened. They tried everything, but nothing worked.

Eventually, weeks passed and I showed no emotion. It was like I forgot how to feel. I was so skinny and always tired. All I did was sleep, eat, shower, sleep and repeat. I was numb. That's the only word to describe how I feel; Numb.

I had the same dream every night. I woke up in my bed at my house with Kirk next to me. I walked down the stairs in confusion and when I reached Sam's room, I could hear him talking to his camera. It was right before I left for work. Every time I tried opening the door, I woke up. I felt so guilty; he was talking about doing The Midnight Man ritual again. I should have realised. It's my fault he died. If only I had stopped him. If only I had protected my son. But I didn't. I neglected my responsibility as a mother and I lost my whole world.

I drifted to sleep for the third time today and, of course, woke up in my bed at home. My usual dream. Except, it was different. I looked next to me and Kirk was gone. I walked to Sam's room and pressed my ear against the cold door. Nothing. That was weird; I usually heard talking coming from Sam's room. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. To my surprise, I didn't wake up. Sam's room was empty. It looked like it did when I left for the orphanage. That thought sent a chill down my spine. The orphanage was a horrible place.

I suddenly had an idea; the calendar in the kitchen! It would show me the date! I ran to the kitchen and hummed in confusion when the calendar told me that it was now the day after I had fallen asleep; the 22nd of October.