Lindsay raised an eyebrow.

"You know, at any other time, I would want to have a serious talk with you about doomsday prepping and your rampant paranoia." he told her, before pausing for a brief moment and sighing.

"But you make it very hard when it legitimately pays off and you end up being right." he said.

It was partially him telling the truth, but in such a way that he hoped to inject a smidgen of levity into the situation. If nothing else, just to try and help his mother continue to keep her cool, as much as she was.

"Anyway, I'm going to go talk to Aunt Rocky." he continued.

"See how she's doing, and talk to her about this."

Lindsay nodded in response.

"Right." he said.

He then made his way to the Remmington manor, where he was let in by Vincent, and then made his way down to Rocky's apartment, sighed as he approached the door, and knocked.

"Aunt Rocky!?" he called in.

"It's me, Lindsay!" he said.

"Can we talk!?"

"...." Lindsay was silent for a moment.

"A drink?" he asked.

"Maybe... maybe whatever juice you have." he said.

"Listen, Aunt Rocky, I'm... sure you've heard the news." he then led off with.

"Can we talk about it?" he asked.

"Mom has something she wanted me to tell you."

"........" Lindsay was at a loss for words when he heard that.

"I..." he stammered.

"Right." he said.

"I see." he mumbled further.

"Anyway, Mom told me she has a bit of a hideaway for just such an occasion." he informed her.

"Has room for about 12 people, and enough food and water for 15 years." he continued.

"Maybe... maybe we should consider it." he then suggested to her.

"I... I understand that." Lindsay replied.

"Believe me. I do." he told her.

"But is this really the time to worry about dignity?" he asked.

"Shouldn't we stay together as a family?" he asked her.

"Are you really willing to risk your own death for this?" he continued.

"...do you feel THAT strongly about it?"

Again, Lindsay was silent, taking in what she told him.

"...so." he said.

"You're set in this, huh?" he asked her, going and sitting down across from her.

"This is the hill you've decided to die on." he continued.

"Metaphorically and quite possibly literally." he went on.

"...will Mom be able to handle the influx of power if... the unthinkable happens?"

That seems to seal it.

His Aunt... something had finally snapped inside her.

She wasn't going to hide away with the family. She intended to fight for her life, or die trying.

And he was completely unsure on how to deal with it. He didn't know what to say or do here.

Was there anything he even COULD say or do?

"Well... I suppose you're right." he said.

"...if something happens to you, then Mom may very well rampage again. And with your power... she'll likely be unstoppable." he then mumbled, as the thought of it entered his mind.

"......" Lindsay was silent, and bit his lip.

"I know." he said.

"I... I need to do all I can for my family." he told her.

"My wife, my children... nothing must happen to them." he went on.

"...I'll do anything for them." he then said.

"Even sell my soul to the devil, if it meant their safety."

"......" Lindsay was silent.

She had a point. She legitimately had a point, and he had no words for that.

"Heh. Fair." was all he managed to get out.

---

Cain looked over towards the one that had approached him, seeing the concern and panic in her expression.

"Huh?" he muttered.

"No... no, I haven't." he admitted.

"Been kind of wrapped up in a project." he reasoned.

"Why, what's going on?" he asked her.

Cain said nothing, and just checked the news feed.

"....I..." he stammered.

"....what?" he asked.

"This... this can't be real." he said.

"There's no way..." he went on.

"They're hunting... 'non-norms'?" he asked her.

"Like... like a modern-day Salem?" he asked further.