Well, Blake knew the killer's M.O. Was it any wonder that the one kid - one kid, out of nine - whose dad succeeded in finding him in time would be a little messed up if he thought that Blake had killed his dad?

Shaun let out a shaky breath as well when Blake finally spoke. He looked down at his lap and the Snubbull still sprawled across it. It did matter, it mattered to him, because as far as he was concerned, if Blake had showed up before Ethan got into the warehouse, then Shaun would be dead.

After all, he had spent four days pleading with the killer to let him out, and each time he had been met with "I can't do that, Shaun." "Your dad is the only one strong enough to save you." "He's on his way, Shaun, don't worry." And then when he came to, his dad was there. It should come as no surprise that the boy thought his dad could move mountains.

It was a long moment before Shaun spoke again.

"Could you call Norman and tell him to come?"