[Grief drives people to do...things they wouldn't normally do. Nell is a good example what with not taking her medicine and forcing Theo to use her ability to placate her mind. And they both went to the house...

The grip on Luke's shirt tightens for just a moment and then drops, her arms now going to hug herself. She licks her lips and glances around, wondering if she's even ready to talk about what happened in the house. Part of her is still trying to figure it out, what parts were real and what wasn't...

Luke shared with her, though, and after their childhood it was hard sometimes to get him to share the vulnerable parts. Always have to have that societal appropriate mask in place... (Thinking ala "We Happy Few")]

She was there... Mom... [Shaking her head as she drifts a little bit away from him.] But she was acting really weird, even from what I remembered of her... She put her locket around my neck and then I was. I was standing on the other side of the railing and I... [Slipped. Those little slippers she's got on her feet right now, those are the culprit.

Nell takes them off her feet one at a time, throwing them into the laundry cart one at a time.]

I didn't. Just like you, Luke, I didn't do what the House did.