I feel it too. The touching? Grabbing. Shoving. Mike keeps-- It keeps wanting something. I. My attention, maybe. Or. I don't know. Maybe something more. I haven't seen them though. Alice or Julia.

Under the bed? I. I didn't look. I couldn't find you. I thought maybe you just. You left? Because I'm. Well. I guess you don't need a reason to leave. I'm. I only made a mess of us.

But I'm not the Monster. I don't-- I don't even know what he's really like. Except when he was in Charlton? But now I now Charlton. I don't know the actual. Um. Whatever he is.