After a case, Charles and Crystal were together, and I wanted company. So I was in your room with you, Niko.

I’m sat on your bed cross legged, looking at your ‘laptop’ which is playing a series named ‘Scooby Doo.’

It seems interesting, the detectives solve supernatural cases, like us.

You’re sitting next to me, writing a letter to your mother. You hadn’t communicated with her in years, and Crystal helped you reach out.

The room is silent, with the exception of your scribbling and the laptop.