"Luke…" Cat called out frantically as she saw her son was relatively unharmed and well.
He stared down at the girl in the same protective way that he did Mia.
No way.
"What have you done to her?" She demanded rushing forward. "You son of a bitch."
"Ah, ah, ah. Not one more step further." The gaunt twin warned cocking a gun at her.
"Why is she staring at the wall like that?" She asked again awaiting an answer from any one of the room's occupants. "What did you do?"
"Mia, honey. What's going on? Are you okay?" She focused her attention on the little girl who normally emitted energy and warmth like a firecracker but now remained abnormally still.
"Luke, why doesn't she talk? What happened?" She asked staring down at her son who looked at her impassively.
Just like before.
