Feeling complete, the creature closes the drawer and restores the room back to the original state it was in before it entered. It then opens the door and exits out. The creature enters the hallway and finds itself unable to remove the smile that was generated from the experience. It also finds itself unable to move at all, thanks to the soft-snoring woman from earlier who’s now standing in front of her, obstructing her path.

The elderly woman is using what looks like half of her strength, to point an anachronistic version of the same thing those soldiers were all pointing at the creature, just before the sun was visible, directly at it.

It isn’t long before the shabby shotgun drops out of the woman’s frail hands and collides hard against the aged, wooden floor. Her free hand now able to cover up her own gaping mouth, covering it in disbelief as she does what she can to make sense of what she’s currently staring at.

“J-Joelle Grace?” the old woman whimpers when she looks into the eyes of the creature.

Tears immediately begin to well up in the elderly woman’s eyes right after she calls out that name. Though the creature hears her clearly, it does nothing in response––and neither does the old man. Silently, they all continue to stare at one another and a tear eventually finds its way out of the old woman’s eye. Almost as if he heard the tear itself tap the floor beneath, the old man shuffles his way from the background to come console his flustered wife. When he arrives, she rests her head on his accommodating chest, taking her eyes off Joelle. She begins to silently weep, and her husband comforts her almost as if he’s done this a million times before. They both look down, and slowly shuffle their way back to their bedroom and close their door, leaving Joelle alone once more. The creature, now unobstructed, proceeds down the staircase and this time perhaps for a different reason, stares at the dishes on the counter before walking out of the home.