"I got you, Sunny. Not them," he murmurs, holding her tight against him as she cries. He adjusts his position so she can be comfortable, so he can kind of cradle her, and looks over at Carson with a tired, but kind of relieved look.

"Yeah," he answers, keeping his voice soft. "She uhm. Those things can fuck you up pretty good." He nods toward the mask that was laying on the floor, ugly but harmless. Just a scare mask. "What happened?"