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Hey, this one's good.

What do you think, honey?

Ty?

Tyler?

Tyler?

Tyler?

Tyler!

Tyler!

Oh, my God!

Tyler!

My God!

Don't ever do that.

Okay?

You can't just walk off... you have to tell me

- where you're going. - Look, Mom, I found a guy taking a nap.

Did you find him here like that?

You see any grown-ups?

Hello?

Hello? Are you okay?

Oh, my God.

No! Let me out!

Let me out! Aah!

We'll need the details of the Cronenberg case

uploaded to ViCAP ASAP, and Cruz is expecting

our assessments for his presentations to JCS and DOJ.

Consider it D-O-N-E.

And, Garcia, I owe you another one.

- No, you don't. Get out of here. - All right, call me

- if you need me. - I will.

And have a happy Halloween.

- Happy Halloween. - Eek.

See ya.

We're closed!

I'm Aaron Hotchner. I'm a friend of Penelope's.

You're friends with Penelope?

We work together, yes.

Honey, I thought you was a bill collector.

Come on in and get out of that rain.

Thank you.

- Madame Bouvier, I presume? - Mm-hmm. The one and only.

Just put on some tea. You want a cup?

- No, thank you. - Suit yourself.

Wait here.

I got what you came for.

Ooh...

Penelope called just in time.

I've been looking for one for weeks.

- Where did you find it? - I suppose Ms. Garcia

didn't tell you?

Madame Bouvier never reveals her secrets.

No, she didn't mention that. I'm sorry.

Child, I'm playin'.

My cousin runs a prop house in Hollywood... he FedEx'd it.

Well, you and your cousin

are gonna make one boy's Halloween very special.

- How much do I owe you? - You know what?

It's on the house.

Any friend of Penelope is a friend of Madame Bouvier's.

- No. I insist. - No, no, no. I insist.

Any man that will come out in this mess for his son

deserves a break.

World could use more good fathers.

Thank you.

So I return it Monday?

When you come back...

you should let me read your palm.

Now, that I'll charge you for.

Thank you. Happy Halloween.

- Bye-bye. - Bye.

Mm, mm! G-man!

- Hey, you. - Dad!

- I come bearing gifts. - What is it?

Wait for it...

Lord Vader...

You got it? Yes!

Oh, my gosh, how did you find it the night before Halloween?

I never reveal my secrets. Check it out. Totally authentic.

Jack, I am your father.

And, look, everything lights up.

Check the belt out.

- Can I go try it on? - Did you do your homework?

- I'll go do it now. - You have a good dinner?

Yeah! Thanks, Dad! Bye, Aunt Jessica!

He's been talking about trick-or-treating nonstop.

Yes, Garcia?

All right.

I'll be right there.

Don't worry. Go.

I can stay.

Thanks.

I'll go tell Jack.

Oh, my fighters of crime, I hate to call us all in

on this eve of All Hallows' Eve,

but there are wicked things afoot.

Last Halloween,

11-year-old Joshua Parker disappeared in San Die...

Uh-oh.

Generator should kick in.

That was spooky.

Joshua Parker... that name isn't in any of our

missing children case files. Why don't we know about him?

A chronic runaway and disciplinary problems.

San Diego PD never classified it as an abduction.

This morning Joshua turned up in a pumpkin patch

ten miles from where he was last seen.

Wait, I know this case...

same thing happened in L.A. Last year.

Yeah, that would be Tommy Wilcox, ten years old.

He was found at Venice Beach on October 30.

He went missing the previous Halloween, too.

Yeah. And he died

a... few hours after they got him to the hospital.

I thought they caught that guy.

He had a bunch of stalker pics of the boy, didn't he?

- Yeah, he confessed and pled guilty. - Yes,

and yes. That would be Rodney Tanner,

pedophile, sex offender, all-around icky person,

currently residing at Chino State Prison.

So what do we have, a copycat or a coincidence?

We also need to consider

the possibility of there being a partner.

- How's the Parker kid doing? - He's physically stable,

but he's vacillating between catatonic

and completely freaked out.

So I'm guessing he's not talking much.

If the pattern holds, another boy will go missing

- tomorrow night. - And we're headed to San Diego

to prevent that from happening.

Weather permitting, wheels up in 30.

Ripped By mstoll

"There is nothing funny about Halloween.

"This sarcastic festival

"reflects rather an infernal demand for revenge by children

on the adult world." Jean Baudrillard.

Both victims were found exactly 364 days

after their disappearance,

which suggests they were actually released.

And someone wanted them found.

Well, they were each Caucasian boys about the same age,

both grabbed on Halloween night.

So the victimology is consistent,

and clearly, Halloween is significant, but why?

Reeks of a childhood tragedy.

The question is, what did he do with them

- for 364 days? - Mm, what are they doing with them?

Can't rule out a partner until we talk to this Tanner creep.

- There was no evidence of sexual assault. - At least

not the traditional kind.

The first victim, Tommy Wilcox,

died from malnutrition, and his muscles were severely atrophied.

Which means his physical activity

must have been extremely limited.

It's possible he spent the duration

- of his captivity restrained. - Well, he also had

puncture wounds, bruises and was covered in splinters.

What'd he do, restrain the boy for a year

while he stabbed him and beat him with a two-by-four?

Too bad we can't do

- the same thing to that UnSub. - Or UnSubs.

- Mm, whatever. I'm down. - JJ, I want you and Reid

at the hospital with Joshua Parker.

Dave, you're with me at San Diego PD. And, Morgan and Kate,

go to Chino State Prison, find out if Rodney Tanner

has a partner.

Environmental Services

to Triage 3.

Environmental Services to Triage 3.

Thank you for waiting.

Well, his physical prognosis

is actually quite good.

He's exhausted and slightly dehydrated,

but somebody made sure he ate.

Maybe even gave him vitamin supplements.

Were his muscles atrophied, by any chance?

Yes. Badly.

He's going to need physical therapy,

but in time he should make a full recovery.

What about splinters and puncture wounds?

Any sign of those?

Yes. Both.

When do you think he might be able to talk to us?

Uh, no time soon, I'm afraid.

It's his mental state that concerns me.

He's sedated now, but when he first came in,

he was unable to communicate

- and extremely agitated. - How so?

He was violent, tried to escape several times,

kept screaming, "Let me out, let me out."

We restrained him, and that only made things worse.

I can't even imagine what he's been through.

- Will you excuse me for a moment. - Mm.

"Let me out"? What was he in?

A box.

A wooden one, and I'm guessing it wasn't very big.

Splinters, no physical activity.

What about the puncture wounds?

Nails... the box was probably homemade.

You know, Josh Parker may never be able to tell us

what really happened to him.

Solitary confinement makes grown men crazy.

Imagine what those conditions would do to a child.

It was definitely an evolution between the two victims.

Someone made sure that Joshua Parker was kept fed and alive...

- not like the first victim. - Tommy Wilcox

wasn't supposed to die, either... killing's not part of the plan.

Holding them is all that matters.

Here's everything. Digital copies were sent

- to your tech analyst. - Thank you, Detective.

- Can I ask you guys a question? - Shoot.

Honestly, what do you think? This guy Tanner...

he have a partner or is this some sort of copycat?

Well, there's another possibility... what if Tanner

had nothing to do with it at all?

M.O. That specific?

That usually belongs to a single UnSub acting alone.

Come on. They found pictures of the Wilcox kid in his apartment.

Surveillance photos only. And there were pictures

of other boys and they're all alive and well.

But he confessed.

What he's saying is that psychos say the darndest things.

Everything that comes out of their mouth has to be taken

with a grain of salt, even if it's a confession.

We'll know more after we talk to him.

That was it.

I was done with him.

So I let him go.

You weren't concerned that he'd be able to identify you?

I knew he'd never live long enough.

I made sure of it.

All right, listen, Rodney, I'm gonna get right to it.

I hate prisons. I don't want to be here

- longer than I have to be. - Ooh. Amen to that.

See, the truth is we don't think you did it.

Well, I guess it doesn't matter what you think...

now, does it?

You know that boy?

Maybe.

Why?

We're gonna take that as a no.

And you should consider decaf.

We're done here.

- Wait, what? - We also watched

your taped confession, and that nervous knee thing you're doing?

Never stopped doing it then.

That's called a tell, Rodney,

and the reason you were doing it is you were under stress

and making up a lie.

But today, you give the exact same confession,

but that knee... it's not moving at all.

Not until we showed you that picture.

No, I had pictures... I took pictures of him.

Yeah, well, that

just makes you a garden-variety whack job.

No way that you abducted anyone.

Rodney, we're gonna recommend that you be resentenced,

but in the meantime, they're probably gonna take you out

of protective custody and put you into general population.

You're gonna be a big hit

out there on that yard.

- Enjoy your day. - I did it.

It was me.

Wait!

Just got off the phone with Morgan.

Tanner didn't take either of those boys

and he doesn't have a partner.

He was attention-seeking.

So it's a single UnSub.

Wow. A pedophile willing to go to prison

just for some spotlight? Talk about desperate.

The glory of stolen thunder.

The ego's a powerful motivator.

What's the status on Joshua Parker?

- He's still sedated. - Even if he weren't, he's in pretty

bad shape, mentally. I doubt he'd be able to give us much.

Excuse me, agents? We got our street patrols doubled

and the press is ready for a statement.

Good. Time to get the word out.

It's gonna be dark soon.

And stay tuned for an upcoming statement from

local authorities and the FBI

- about Halloween safety. - Put the phone down, please.

- I just have to send this one text. - Oh, just this one?

That was delicious. I'm gonna go return some e-mails

before more trick-or-treaters come.

Hunter, those green beans aren't gonna eat themselves.

Why do you even make these things? I hate 'em.

Because I'm your mother and your suffering is very

- important to me. - Mom, can I go to Katie's?

Homework done?

Mostly.

Then I guess you mostly can't go.

Walk Caesar, finish your homework and then you can go.

Babe, what's the Amazon password?

It's my birthday.

You shouldn't use your birthday as your password,

you know. It's easy to hack.

It's not working. - Finish up and load the dishwasher.

- You said I could go meet my friends. - Then you better hurry.

- Hon? - I'm coming.

Get that clean, fresh feeling all day long.

No overpowering scent, no harsh chemicals

and it's gentle as a hand-wash.

Welcome back. Representatives from the FBI

are warning parents to stay with their kids at all times

and to trick-or-treat in groups.

Extreme vigilance is the best weapon against these types

of crimes. We're advising all families

with children, especially those with

boys between the ages of ten and 12, that if possible,

the children are out with a parent or at least

an adult over the age of 18. Thank you.

Now with a check of your San Diego weather.

Looks like it's going to be a picture-perfect Halloween night.

A great night for trick-or-treating.

With lows in the 60s. Tomorrow another great day

with highs in the upper 70s.

Home by 9:00, young man.

Yes, ma'am.

- -Come on, girls, let's... - Trick or treat!

Sorry, guys.

What took you so long?

My stupid mom.

Guys, let's just go.

- Nice! - Yeah! - Ooh! - Let's go!

Let's do some more, guys!

Let's go!

Missed!

Let's go!

Check this out, guys.

Let's go... last one. Let's do this!

Ready? Ready? Last one.

Hey!

- Let's get out of here! - Go, go!

That's my house!

Get over here.

Damn kids.

No, no, Jess, let-let him have fun.

Just tell him congratulations, I'm sorry I missed it

and, uh, I'll see him as soon as I can.

Okay, thanks. Bye.

Jack won best costume at school.

Nice. What was he?

- Darth Vader. - Yes.

- Henry? - Oh, all Spider-Man, all day.

He told me we should be using web shooters at the FBI.

We absolutely should.

You know, all these years and I've never missed a Halloween.

A couple of Easters and a Christmas

and half of a birthday, but never Halloween.

- Agent Hotchner. - Yes, sir?

A 12-year-old boy's gone missing.

They said on the news

- that one boy died. - Yes.

Unfortunately, the first victim didn't survive the ordeal.

But the boy who was found yesterday

is expected to be all right.

All right?

What happened to him?

We're not exactly sure.

But we do believe that his intention

is to keep his victims alive.

Those boys were missing for a year.

What is he doing to them?

- Honey... - No!

You go find my son!

You get out

and you find Hunter.

- Ann... - Get out!

Ma'am, I understand that this is a lot.

Your son is missing, as well?

What a coincidence.

Do you even have kids?

Mom?

Oh, baby...

Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry.

Come here.

Mrs. Olson, Agent Callahan and I

are both parents.

And we understand how incredibly hard and terrifying this is.

Rest assured, we're doing everything we can

to find Hunter.

I'm going to need your help.

What do you need us to do?

I need the names of the boys who Hunter was with tonight.

Okay, uh... Jake McCauley.

That's his best friend.

Billy Hawkins.

Nolan Alvarado. Uh...

I'm gonna cut you loose.

But if you run,

I'm gonna hit you again. Got it?

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

I'm gonna take this off

and you're gonna stay quiet.

Please...

I said quiet!

Get in.

What?

- No, please... - Get... in.

Now.

- Please... - The bottle's for pee,

the bucket's for poop.

Spend some time down there

and you might learn your lesson.

What? No. Please.

No, please!

Let me out!

Please!

Please, let me out!

Please!

Let me out!

Let me out!

Please, let me out!

I want to go home!

I promise I won't tell anybody!

I promise! Please!

Oh, shut up.

Somebody, help me!

Is all this really necessary?

I told you, I didn't see anything

except for those damn kids eggin' my house.

I got to go to work in the morning.

Well, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, sir,

but I'm sure the parents of the missing child don't really care.

And frankly, neither do I.

You didn't see anybody else at all?

No. Just that guy.

Okay.

We're canvassing the entire area.

Hopefully, he doesn't get far.

All right, keep us posted.

Nobody saw anything.

Even if they did, it's Halloween.

He could be in costume.

We could be looking for SpongeBob for all we know.

Hello over there. Share, please.

Hey, kid, speak your mind.

Transcripts.

Sorry, the transcripts from the police interview

with the first victim's mother, Charlotte Wilcox... I read them.

And?

"Mrs. Wilcox, do you remember

anything unusual about the night Tommy disappeared?"

"No, nothing." "Are you absolutely sure?"

"There's nothing." "Because anything might help."

"I don't know. Toilet paper, maybe?"

"Sorry, ma'am?" "I went to the store to buy toilet paper,

"and when I got back I couldn't find it.

"But what could that have to do with anything?

Oh, God, I can't believe this is happening."

Tommy took the toilet paper.

He was out TP-ing houses.

Hunter Olson was egging houses.

Joshua Parker had disciplinary problems.

Bad boys all around.

We should deliver the profile.

Based on the details of the abduction,

we believe we're looking for a white male in his mid-20s

to early 30s.

He's fixated on Halloween,

and we think it's probably related

to a traumatic event from his childhood.

You really think he's doing all this just to punish these kids?

- I mean, for egging houses? - It's his version

of punishment, but yes.

Apparently that aspect of Halloween agitates him.

We're classifying him as something called

a fundamentalist vigilante.

Because Halloween traditions are rooted in Christianity,

there's a chance he may be some kind of religious zealot.

He releases his victims on a consistent timeline.

That says that he's mission-oriented.

Let me out!

Aah!

For him it's all about the punishment itself.

Which is why he releases them.

What's the point of punishment if they're not gonna be around

to learn their lesson?

He may be from a broken home, and we wouldn't be surprised

- if there were violence or abuse. - And we're fairly certain

that his home life was exceedingly strict.

As a kid, it's a pretty good bet

he had disciplinary issues.

And interpersonal relationships

would still be a problem for him.

He's the kind of guy that would snap when rejected.

This guy needs space to do what he does.

But less than you might think.

Ariel Castro held three women hostage

in the middle of a residential area for years.

But he has to work to eat

and to subsidize that space, so he most likely has a job.

It would be a blue collar one he can do alone.

Truck driver or night watchman, plumber, maybe even electrician.

If anyone you know fits this description

or if you have any information regarding

the whereabouts of Hunter Olson, please call

the FBI hotline number at the...

Hey.

Garcia's going through the hotline calls. So far no leads.

Agent Hotchner, there's a lady here who's insisting

she talk to the FBI agent she saw on TV.

Our guys tried to talk to her,

but she's not taking no for an answer.

Excuse me.

I'm Agent Hotchner. How can I help you?

I-I called the hotline, but I figured I should just come in.

Um, saw the news and...

I think the one who kidnapped those boys,

I'm pretty sure it's my brother.

Are you and your brother close?

We're, like, five years apart so not so much.

And plus he's always been kind of...

I don't know, a freak.

How so?

He used to lock me in closets.

Or sometimes smother me.

Once when I was ten, my mom smelled something

out by the garbage,

and she found, like, ten cats and dogs

stuffed into boxes in the Dumpster.

And you think your brother killed them?

He admitted it.

And laughed.

What makes you so sure that your brother is the one

we should be looking for?

Because the night my dad left,

it was Halloween, and on the news

you guys said that that was important.

What happened?

My mom was working.

But my dad, he wouldn't let us trick-or-treat.

He said all that candy would rot our teeth and make us fat.

He was kind of scary, my dad.

In what way?

He hit my mom.

Us, too.

And he was super strict, yelled all the time.

And did that whole church-every-Sunday

hypocrite thing.

We were always getting punished for something.

Johnny really caught it that night.

And you, you stay right there.

You, you come here right now.

You, right now!

Get over here!

You bring police to my door?

I can't believe it!

- I'm sorry! - Yeah, you're gonna be sorry.

- You stay right there. - I'll be good! I'm sorry!

Shut up! You weren't so sorry when you were egging that house!

- I'll be good! - You go to your room!

Get in the trunk!

Get down in that trunk!

He kept yelling he would keep him there

till next Halloween to teach him a lesson.

My mom got home and lost it.

They had this huge fight.

I hid under my bed.

I woke up the next day, and my dad was gone.

Mom kicked him out.

Sandra, do you know where Johnny is now?

I haven't seen him in, like, three years.

My mom might.

Go ahead, Garcia.

All right. John David Bidwell.

Rebellious student, rebellious kid.

Got picked up for vandalism. Got picked up for joyriding

in a stolen car. Wow.

His mom called the cops on him a couple of times even.

- For what? - Uh,

police report says she wanted him removed from the premises.

But she dropped the charges both times.

Do we have a current address for him?

Last known was a P.O. Box.

The IRS must be after him, too. He hasn't filed taxes

- in three years. - Three years.

That's the last time he saw his sister.

So what happened three years ago?

Yeah, I'm looking.

For the last year he's worked

as a driver for a courier company.

Nothing there. Hold yourself.

Huh. He applied for a marriage license three years ago.

He was engaged to a one Sharlene Taylor,

who... Oh, this is awkward. Her name's now Sharlene Baker

because she married someone else.

That could have been the trigger. The rejection and rage

that made him feel alone, worthless,

same way his dad used to make him feel.

So why not punish father figures instead?

Maybe he's trying to regain

a sense of power and control

by reenacting what his father did to him.

I guess we all become our parents at some point.

He's also making good on his dad's threat

to keep them locked up until next Halloween.

That was 12 years ago. What was it about that night

that made such a lasting imprint?

It was the night his parents split.

Garcia, have you found his dad yet?

Sam Bidwell? Negative. They were never

officially divorced, by the by.

And he's completely off the grid.

- All right. Keep looking. - Gotcha.

On it. Bye.

Mary Bidwell?

- Yes? - I'm Agent Rossi.

These are Agents Hotchner and Jareau.

We're with the FBI.

We'd like to ask you a few questions about your son,

John David.

Well, I haven't seen him.

We'd still like to ask you some questions,

if you don't mind.

Yeah. Come on in.

No, he couldn't have done those things.

He's a good boy.

That's not what Sandra told me.

Well, she's dramatic.

Always has been.

And she's no saint either, by the way.

When was the last time you saw him?

Um, well, it's-it's been a few years.

How many years?

Well, last time was his engagement party,

so... I guess about three.

So right before Sharlene left him.

That little bitch broke his heart.

And her rich daddy thought

they were too good for him.

He's a good boy.

I know my son.

He didn't do this.

Mrs. Bidwell,

we know the truth about Johnny.

We know about the dead animals.

We know that you had to call the police

to get him out of your own house.

He's always been different, hasn't he?

Isolated, not many friends.

And it got really bad

when he hit puberty.

Look, if it were my son,

I would try to protect him, too.

I would.

But this isn't the way to keep him safe.

Hey!

Let me out of here!

Hey!

Let me out of here!

Could you just... keep your eyes closed?

It-it'll help put you in moment.

Okay.

Now, do you remember

anything particular about that drive home?

A lot of traffic?

Mm, no. Nothing.

Okay. So, you drive straight home.

Then what?

Then I, I go inside.

And I see that Sam has

Johnny stuffed in a trunk.

What did you do?

What do I do?!

I get him out!

This is ridiculous!

Listen, Mary.

It's of vital importance

that we look at every detail from that night.

The key to saving Hunter Olson's life

may be locked away in your memories.

But it only works

if you allow it to.

Well, I... I'm trying!

No, you're not.

You're hiding something.

Mrs. Bidwell,

we can't seem to find your ex-husband, Sam, anywhere.

You have any idea where he might be?

You need to tell us

exactly what happened that night.

Mary...

please... just close your eyes for me again.

Okay.

Now... what's the first thing

you remember happening that night?

I could hear the screaming...

before I even got in the door.

And I come in...

and Sam is y...

yelling at this old trunk of his.

You're gonna stay in the dark till next Halloween!

- You hear me?! - Sam, what are you doing?

- Hey, I'm talking to my son. - Mom! Mom!

You stay out of this!

Johnny's in there?!

- I'm talking to my son... - What is the matter with you?

Get him out of there!

Let him out of there! Johnny!

I tried to get him out,

but Sam hit me.

But this time...

...this time

I fought back.

What happened then, Mary?

He had his back to me...

and I picked up a fire poker.

I couldn't take it anymore.

- Oh, Johnny... - Mom! Mom!

And then I got Johnny out of that damn trunk.

And he saw his dad lying on the floor.

Are you okay?

Oh, baby...

And then we dragged him out.

There was so much blood.

He helped me.

He's the way he is...

because of me.

What did you do with his body, Mary?

Mary?

Mary, listen to me.

It was self-defense.

- Uh-uh. - Okay, yes, you were just protecting yourself

and your kids.

But we need to know.

He's at Sam's dad's...

old place...

out by Harbison Canyon.

I buried him there.

Hey, I know you're up there.

I hear you.

Let me out of here!

Shut up, shut up, shut up.

Please!

- I'm sorry! Please! - I'm sorry/

- Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. - Shut up/

Shut up/

I'm sorry!

You weren't so sorry when you were egging that house.

Get in, right now!

- You hear me?! - Sorry! I'm sorry!

- Shut up! - Shut up/

Let me out of here!

I want to go home!

I promise I won't tell anybody!

Somebody, help me!

Come on!

Somebody!

Help!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

You weren't so sorry

when you were egging that house!

Shut up!

John David Bidwell, FBI.

Show me your hands.

Where is he?

You're not gonna find him.

Tear this place apart.

- Hunter. - Hunter!

Hunter Olson.

Hunter?!

You know we're gonna find him, don't you?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Look, if you cooperate, we can put in a good word,

and the court may be lenient.

But if you don't,

we're gonna do everything we can

to make sure you go away for a very, very long time.

Have you ever seen the inside of a prison cell, John?

It's a box.

Probably not too different than the kind your dad put you in.

Your father was right about you.

You don't know a damn thing about my father.

Actually, I do.

God-fearing, short-tempered alcoholic.

You could never make him proud, could you?

Everything you did was always wrong.

Even this pathetic attempt.

- Whatever. - He'd probably laugh at you.

- Shut up. - Because you're such a waste.

Shut the hell up!

And obviously not very smart.

Yeah? Well, I'm smart enough to know where that kid is at.

He should've left you in that box.

You're not worth my time.

Mom?

Hi, baby.

What are you doing here?

Baby, you need to tell them

where that little boy is.

No.

You tell them.

You know this is wrong.

That little boy doesn't deserve this.

Anymore than you did.

He's just like you were, Johnny.

Innocent.

I'm so sorry I couldn't stop it.

I know I should have left him,

but I was too scared, and I couldn't.

And I am so sorry.

What I did to your dad...

...I wish I could take it back.

But I need you to be brave now

and save this little boy.

I made it bad enough, Johnny.

Don't make it any worse.

Get a paramedic over here.

Send the ambulance.

- Yes, sir. Two paramedics! - Hold on, hold on!

Back up, Dave!

I got a pulse.

Oh, my God. Oh!

Oh, buddy.

Oh, thank God.

Can I say good-bye to him?

Of course.

JJ.

Okay, Mary.

You can't blame yourself.

You can't.

Mom.

Dad.

How'd it go?

Uh, good, good.

Where's Jack? He's not in his room.

You didn't see him on the couch?

He tried waiting up for you, then he fell asleep.

I just left him there

because he wanted to make sure you saw him in his costume.

"Always kiss your children good night,

even if they're already asleep."

H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

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