matty is gone. ‎ ‎so was her friends. ‎ ‎lilly doesn't know what else to do anymore. attend her classes? read books? sit around her room—keep an eye on her surroundings, pray that she won't get any nightmares of it again— pray that she wouldn't feel so guilty about teddy, phil, and susie again— pray for herself to just forget about what happened in that wretched theater, what she saw, what everyone thought happened, how everyone thought she gone mad. ‎ ‎but god can't help her now — can god even hear her? she hopes so—wishes so badly he does. ‎ ‎but as her mom leads her out for a ride, a look around, her unusually silent mother had said, a person welcomes them right as they open the door. ‎ ‎you. ‎ ‎with a babysitter card.