Emmett had been alone for so long, or at least it felt like it. He didn't know how long it had been since Anya left. He felt trapped inside this house. That was because he literally couldn't leave. Whenever he tried, he got this awful pain in his chest until he returned. He decided that he was going to call an actual professional therapist to help him, not that fake stuff Anya was pulling.

"So, Doc, what's up first?" He asked bitterly. He had been having nightmares since the incident.