Does he want to talk about it? He’s spent so much time trying to talk about it when nobody believed him…

He clutches the pill bottle in his pocket.

“She was the start of everything,” he says. The woman in the trunk, and then his father, grabbing him from behind, suffocating him with chloroform until he passed out. Poisoning him with it again and again and again. “Or… I guess it would be more accurate to say she was the end of everything.” He looks at Doc. “You saw her when you touched something? What was it?”