As he stepped out of the bedroom, he sluggishly walked to the living room. Just as he was about to sit, he heard a scream.

"Vera!?" He cried, as he hurried down the hall.

As he got to the room, he saw Vera holding her eyepatch.

"Oi, oi, are you ok?" He panted, kneeling down.

"N-Nori..." Vera whispered, looking at him.

"It ripped..."

Norio looked at her, then down at the eyepatch.

"Don't worry, we can just get you a new o-"

Vera shot him a look.

"I can't do that!" She cried.

"This isn't just any eyepatch, it's..."

Before she could finish, she began to quiver.

"Oi!" Norio cried, grabbing her by the shoulders.

Vera looked down.

"W-we're not alone..." She whispered.

Norio raised his hand to her forehead.

"Well you don't have a fever..." He muttered.

Vera slowly looked up.

"N-Nori..." she whispered.

"What did Larkin look like...?"