(It is 1924 and you’re a woman named Mary Weaver walking with your two twin sons, Timas & Thomas Weaver otherwise known as Tim & Tom in the woods one evening).

“Wait here”. You tell them.

The older twin Tim is confused.

Mama, why can’t we come home? Tim asks.

(You only give him a look which is a mixture of displeasure and reluctance).

Don’t you love us anymore?

(Tom, the younger twin gives a saddened look at his brother and you before holding onto Tim for comfort).

It’s so cold out here, haven’t you talked to Papa?

(You turn your head back to them and give them a pained look in response).

It wasn’t my fault. Tim says as Tom begins to look away from you in despair, you clearly see that Tom is hurting deep down despite wearing a tragedy mask.