Her son. Her baby. Her sweet baby.

That’s all her mind could conjure as she watched the screen in the GDA—her sweet little Mark and her beloved husband, side by side.

The screen was drenched in blood, a horrific massacre staining Mark's baby-blue superhero suit. They were supposed to be heroes, protectors, but now... monsters. It was easy to call them that from a distance, easy when they were slaughtering innocent people in the streets of Chicago.

But face-to-face? Oh, God... all she saw was her sweet little boy.

"Mark…" Debbie’s voice trembled, her face paling at the sight of blood and guts covering her husband and son.

"Mom," he said, gripping her hands tightly, the air thick with a sickening metallic taste.

"I know, I know—it-it seems insane, I thought so too," he chuckled nervously.

"But don’t you see? Viltrum is fixing the planet. I can take care of you, Mom. Everything will be better." His eyes gleamed desperately, that soft smile almost distracting her from the horror on his suit.

"I—I…" Debbie murmured, her gaze fixed on his face. Her son. Her baby. Her sweet baby.