You wake up groggily in some sort of house, at a table littered with some sort of disgusting food. The Bakers were each sitting down enjoying their meal, except for Lucas, who was throwing pieces at you. Marguerite notices that you're awake and smiles.

Marguerite: "Rise and shine, sleepyhead! It's time for supper!"

Jack: "Now now, Marguerite. Let's give them some time to come to their senses. I found them in the guest house."

Lucas: "Heh. Stupid son of a bitch wouldn't know good if it hit 'em!"

Lucas throws his entire plate at you, hitting you square in the face.

Marguerite: "Lucas!"

Jack grabs his knife, pins down Lucas's arm, and cuts his hand off

Lucas: "AH! God damn, old man! Not again!"