[Once again, it's the middle of the night, and once again Emil is having trouble sleeping. This time it's not dreams that are disturbing him, but the constant presence of the ghostly figures of his parents. Even though they've talked and come to an understanding (and how surreal that entire conversation was), he still can't help but be bothered by everything this experiment has forced him to acknowledge and confront, both about himself and about those close to him. It's no surprise that sleep isn't coming easily to him right now.

He shuts his eyes for a moment, then opens them again to find... someone he did NOT want to see again. Letting out a startled, frightened yelp, he jumps, falling right off his bed and knocking his journal off the nightstand in the process. It falls open to record his next words.]

Y-you... no... go away... go away! We killed you, you're dead... you're not real...