Sarah had entered her meditative witch's state by the time Rake  made physical contact. She felt the horror but was able to channel it into strength. She realized that even if she lay in shreds, which she understood was clearly what this elder brother wished, she would die with dignity and at this second, that is all she required. She took a step toward him and embraced his foul body,<br/><br/>"Welcome, brother," she said softly. "It is right that you have come."<br/><br/>Several things were happening around her. She sensed rather than heard, Jeff begin to giggle. Victor's nearness bloomed at her back and warm blood began to trickle down her cheeks, as tears from her eyes. Had an outsider seen this macabre group, they would have thought the wraith had ripped her eyes from their sockets but Sarah knew this was family to her. This gathering of monsters were security for her in an insane world. She knew them for the monsters they were. Knew they would respond and react in the only way their monster hearts could. Not mask their twisted intentions behind beautiful faces in ordinary homes. Sarah cried blood from the very depths of her emotions.<br/><br/>"Welcome home." she said, turning to reach out to each of them, Jeff, Rake and Victor, Dear Victor. The monster who had protected her, offered her a home and loved her.