Hyperventilating, Ethan hunkered down in one of the relatively unbroken houses in the village, tears building at his eyes as he grasped at his hair. He was only getting more stressed as he felt himself regressing, feeling his brain revert to that of a 5 year old boy. He whimpered as he heard the front door to the house open, scrambling into the cabinet below the sink in the kitchen. He curled up on himself as much as possible, his face paling as he watched the door open, not expecting an actual person to open the door.