[Will's looking down now, staring at the pattern of stitches on the pillow seam like it's the most fascinating thing he's ever seen in his entire life. His voice is soft, like it's coming from far away.]

Back home, something like that happened to me. This monster got into my head and it made me...do things. It made me lie and trick people. It made me trap a bunch of people who were trying to help me. I fooled them all into going somewhere dangerous and a bunch of monsters killed them all.

Then the monsters got out and killed a lot of other people. Some doctors and scientists and soldiers and...and this guy. My mom's boyfriend. He stayed behind to help us and the monsters got him.

And it was my fault.