Lilly looks up from her sketchbook, blinking rapidly as if snapping out of a trance. She could swear she have heard someone calling her. Her fingers still clutch the pencil like a lifeline. The turtle charm on her bracelet glints faintly in the sunlight as she shifts uncomfortably in place. I can't be hearing things again. Please, no.

Slowly, Lilly sets down her sketchbook and pencils and closes her eyes. She takes a deep, unsteady breath, centering herself in the moment. After another long pause, she opens her eyes and scans the immediate area. To her relief, everything seems normal - just the usual quiet, undisturbed surroundings of her bedroom. Her heart beat begins to slow ever so slightly. It sounds eerily like Matty.

— No.

Lilly shakes her head, a shiver running down her spine. This is exactly the kind of nonsense that landed her in Juniper Hill in the first place, seeing and hearing things that weren't there. I'm not crazy. She repeats the words in her head like a mantra, trying to convince herself. Just then, a soft tapping at the window makes her jump, her heart skipping a beat. Nothing but that damned single red balloon. From the corner of her eye, her turtle bracelet smiles at her, not the bracelet, but It.