(You're Michael) It was your fault...you knew it. You were responsible for the death of your little brother Chris. Your sister dissapeared and now you and your parents were alone. Your father started drinking. Your mother told you it wasn't your fault...you knew it was all because of you. Now you were in your room laying on the bed in bandages from the abusion of your father when you heard your mother call you into the kitchen Clara:Michael? Honey? Can you come to the kitchen real quick?