The red flickers back and forth, back and forth, casting an eerie shadow over everything. He calls your name softly. "You're safe." He turns the light off and stands. He approaches you with his hands held out in a placating manner, like you're a spooked animal. You know he intends to make you count. Maybe he'll have you acknowledge the paintings on the wall or the items on his desk. If you get violent, he'll hold you like he always does.