1: Eli cradle’s Dans head in their hands. Behind Dan, Jesse’s shadow looms in menace.
Picture only me. My voice, my form. Memorize it. Imagine every shape and curve, every little tone to my voice.
Take them deep. Bury them deep. Let me follow you. Let me keep you safe.

2: The shadow has departed and has the shape of Eli now, leaning in to touch Dan softly.
No one in your head but you and me. All forces are just me. Warm, soft, caring.