Lindsay was silent for a moment.

"I..." he stammered.

"It... it's been a very long time since she's performed such an act." he admitted.

"The fact that she's done so is very disturbing, to understate the circumstances." he went on.

"You ARE correct in your assertation that one such at myself has a responsibility when self-harm is a factor." he then said further.

"I suppose I should be a little more assertive and aggressive in my suggestions." he continued.

"It would seem that a frank dialogue is quite the requirement, and I must use the knowledge and experience I have acquired over the years to perhaps determine what has caused this, and attempt to assist her in returning to a more stable state."

"Excuse me?" Lindsay asked.

"If you are going to stand here and throw such accusations at me, then you are free to leave, Madam." he told her.

"I am a highly trained professional, and if there's anyone that can help someone who is despairing, like Casey, then it is I." he declared.

"You come to me inquiring as to why I am not assisting your daughter in this time, and when I agree with what you are saying, you THEN tell me not to do so. Please. Do us both a favour and not give conflicting advice." he suggested.

"Is that such a tall order to fill?"

That's when she saw something.

Lindsay flinched, much like he had earlier.

"I... I know." he said.

"She needs help, and I love her... I have to help her." he went on.

"I'd never forgive myself if something were to happen to her..." he said further... before having the spasm once more.

"Which is why I will do everything in my power as a professional to make sure she does nothing rash and drastic." he told her.

"Gregory is her friend, but I have the extensive knowledge and experience to make sure nothing more happens." he went on.

"Is there anything else you wish to aggressively articulate towards me?" he then asked.

Lindsay was silent for a moment as she left.

He was about to go and see Casey, before stopping and placing his hands on his head, his elbows on his desk.

"Agh... my head..." he growled.

Meanwhile, up in the attic, Gregory continued to hold Casey close.

"It's all right." he said.

"I know this is scary, but remember, I'm here for you, at the very least." he assured her.

"........" Gregory was silent as he heard this.

'...what the...?' he thought.

"Of course." he then said.

"I WILL stop you." he told her.

"You've come too far to let whatever this is win." he went on.

"I'll do everything I can to ensure you triumph over this."

Gregory shook his head.

"There is, but I'm not the only reaper." he told her.

"There ARE others." he said further.

"The job WILL get done." he assured her.

"Right now, YOU are the most important person in my life... afterlife... whatever." he then said.

'...what was that...?' he wondered.

'What in the HELL was THAT?'

"....." Gregory was silent for a moment.

"You... are correct." he said.

"Hey, listen, you just stay up here, try and distract yourself with painting, and don't do anything foolish." he told her.

"I'll be back shortly." he promised her.

Casey said nothing in response, and just looked off into space, causing Gregory to sigh and disappear, appearing where Madison was.

"What?" he asked.

"Because something REAL weird's happening with Casey." he told her.

"I have no idea." Gregory replied.

"But it's not good, and it's causing Casey to revert to her teenage attitude." he told her.

"...what's happening with Lindsay?" he then asked.

"Why is HE not helping Casey?" he asked her.

"I mean, odds are he's not himself, but... in what way?"

"....great." Gregory muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Just great." he growled.

"The ONE person that's best for this situation, and he's the WORST for it." he said.

"Whatever this is, it needs to be stopped." he then said.

"Sooner, rather than later, before this crap gets out of hand." he went on.

"Unfortunately, I have NO idea what it is." he continued.

"Something about it seems... vaguely and weirdly familiar, but... nothing's coming up in my mind." he admitted.

"And yes, it's frustrating." he added.

"......." Gregory was silent as he saw the echoes.

"I..." he stammered.

"Again, those look SO familiar..." he said.

"But... I mean, it's familiar in the sense of... I think Liz might have shown me them, or displayed them at some point a long time ago." he told her.

"...maybe." he then muttered.

"They look... almost demonic? But... not, at the same time."