[that wasn't Lizzie talking in her sleep. She cringes at his touch and wonders if she can even get the words out to say it . It is easier for her to keep her hands bracing the sides of her head as she nearly crawls into a fetal position. She can't make eye contact as she speaks.]

He tormented her for months. Papa had forbade him from ever returning for tea. He... he broke in our house while they slept. I heard him, but I was far too scared to look.

I thought Lizzie was talking in her sleep, but no, he- he did the most unspeakable thing to her.

[Alice sinks further into despair, her breath hitches. She cannot utter the rest, not without having a panic attack again om front of him. Alucr, who was seven at the time had no concept of sex, wouldn't realize Bumby's horrible crime, not until she was older based on similar experiences in Rutledge. ]

Sick, depraved man! He killed her and took the lamp we had in the hallway and threw it in the living room. She never woke up again! The house was up in flames because he couldn't bare to be rejected- no, bard from harassing my sister. And he would have done the same to us, erasing our minds and turning us into dolls for perverse pleasure.

She woke up... After that. Why? And I couldn't heal her. Now what will she do? What will she do now?!