STACEY
Two-thirty in the morning, I wake up and Matty’s not in bed. I hear him talking. Downstairs. I go to listen, on the stairs where he couldn’t see. He gets... intense. Like he’d be screaming if he wasn’t whispering, y’know?
MIKE
What was he saying?
STACEY
I don’t know. I couldn’t make it out. Something about... I don’t know. I couldn’t, couldn’t hear…