Simon's mother was weeping, clutching at her husband. She wanted to reach out to her son, wanted to comfort him, but there was so much blood. There was a dead man in their dining room, and her little boy had killed him.

"You're not a monster," Simon's father repeated, holding onto his wife. His voice was unsteady. "Si, listen to me. We have to call the police. You acted in self-defense, you'll be fine, we--"

"I turned into a dog, Dad," Simon laughed, sounding like he was about to break. "How're you going to explain that?"

John O'Neill removed his dressing gown and handed it to Matt. "Give this to him. He'll listen to you best."