It's dimmer in here than it was before. Maybe it's the snow that's diffusing the gleam from the fluorescents; maybe it's the growing dampness in the air that's causing them to crackle and spit sullenly.

Maybe that's why Virginia's eyes don't reflect the light as they should. They're too flat, doll's eyes, glassy and fixed on him without wavering.

"Of course I did. You were so special... you could have been anything."