Gerard simply got up from his seat with deliberate slowness and strode over to his sister leisurely, he reached down and picked up her frail, dizzy form; she would see blackened visions, wild creatures of the night, and all manner of ghouls and demons bearing down upon her. With her twisted hallucinations aiding his effort, Gerard walked down towards the basement, a simple, cold smile, etched on his lips. The equivalent of an unfortunate series of events that were about to face his dear, dear, sister.