[she started crying again, crying and experiencing the kind of sorrow only a mother can.] t-they were small. a-and their heads were... [a rattling intake of air.] d-deformed and grotesque. steve, my babies, my babies.

[sharon turned her head, her frown becoming more pronounced.] w-what did i do? did i... did i hurt you? s-steve, i'm so sorry. so so sorry. please untie me. please. [she leaned forward, trying to get as much of his touch as she could. she just wanted to hold him, for him to hold her and for both of them to tell each other that everything was going to be alright. she needed a comfort only steve could give her.]