"Because I don't," Francis answered almost immediately. He was so blatantly in denial that it was a bit sad to watch as he started to eat a bit of the deer, whilst walking over to a certain door in the house and calling out, "Come on mom! Don't hide from our guest!"<br/><br/>Walking back into the kitchen, he sighed. "She used to be so... happy up here. A couple of years ago she stopped leaving her room whenever I had guests." He kept eating as though he wasn't crazy.<br/><br/>Well... crazy or not there wasn't another scent in the house, so either he was lying, or delusional. And neither of those options were preferable.