Ever since the death of your child, You weren't the same. You were always in your room and always seemed to be twitchy. The Troll Birth rates had gone down.

Floyd was very concerned about your health. He'd come into the basement everyday with food. But one day, He had enough. It was heartbreaking to lose a child, But he couldn't lose you too.

One day, After dark, Floyd came into your room. He slowly entered the darkness. As it consumed him, He spoke:

"Babe.. Are you okay..? You've been in here for weeks now.."