Smoke came out of Scott's lips as he breathed out the last bit of his cigarette. He then drove it against the ashtray as he stared at the new painting sent by Pareidolia to Helena. The old woman only sat in the waiting room, seemingly lifeless from all the soul the painting had taken from her. Her eyes would not even leave the painting.
The way Rowan drew her son captured his very likeness. It was like a maw that would lead Helena to her son, who was taken by the enemy.
Then again, Clive still responded to the directors. Apparently, they were on the run from the people of Pareidolia. Some of them were already killed, while the others were still trying to find their way back. Clive would still assure her that he'd be back; he just needed some time.
"…are you going to let the kids see this?" Scott asked the mother as he walked inside the room. He was standing around the balcony, so the smoke would not bother the mother.
