<div style="text-align: justify;">Christine couldn't see the boy. She couldn't hear him either. But she could at least feel something. It was as though the air around her had changed. Like something was vibrating really close to her. And yet, that was all. She would have, so far, to rely on Leigh to guide her. With a sigh, she shook her head, looking at her husband.<br/><br/>"I think I kind of feel a presence. But at the same time, I can't really place it exactly, or know what it wants. And it can be just my imagination with all of this",  Christine murmured, clearly worried. That was too much, too fast, for her to simply deal with it. And she was trying, simply because she loved Leigh and didn't think he was going insane or something like that.<br/><br/>As Leigh spoke again about the voice, Christine sighed and shook her head. "I can't deal with this right now. Can I just... do you mind if I just leave the house for a few minutes?"<br/><br/>It was clear that Christine was scared and overwhelmed. If she would have to live in that house, she would need to have the occasional escape, or else she would end up going completely insane. At least that was what Chris felt like, and she hoped, sincerely, that Leigh could understand her.</div>