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Let me show you to your room.

Christy!

Jeff, what's going on?

- You got her? You got her?

- I got her.

- What do you need?

- Get the door!

Christy! Christy, it's okay!

Christy, it's okay!

Help me! Help me!

Oh, my God! Jeff!

How long were you outside?

I don't know.

- We put you to bed two hours ago.

- Two hours?

Sometimes I black out.

This was on the bed

when we brought you in here.

It was open.

My counselor made me draw in here

after the accident.

Helped me deal with nightmares,

things I see.

Vanessa and I were always really close.

We connected.

Then the crash.

Suddenly, she was screaming

in my head or I was in hers

or something.

For the next six months,

when they were treating her,

I couldn't disconnect.

The things that she had to go through...

She couldn't speak, but in her head,

she was constantly screaming.

Six months later, she died.

It's the same nightmare over and over.

Somebody's closing my sister

in a coffin,

but we're still alive, clawing to get out.

An artist.

A shy one at that.

- Hi, Dr. Cestia.

- You look great, Christy.

How can I be of assistance?

Let's see. Here we go.

Now, technically,

only John can access this file,

but you're family,

and I'm happy to answer

any questions you might have.

Did you see Vanessa between

the accident and when she died?

Yes, I was up to the house

once or twice.

Mrs. Locke,

did she take good care of her?

Oh, Mrs. Locke was Mrs. Locke,

not the most lovable person,

God rest her soul.

- But as far as...

- Did you say "God rest her soul"?

No one told you?

Mrs. Locke was found dead

this morning.

Slipped in the shower,

fractured her skull. I'm sorry.

Dr. Cestia, when someone dies,

what process do you go through

to confirm it?

Death is rarely misdiagnosed, Christy.

But can it be? I mean, is it possible that

somebody could be

pronounced dead prematurely?

Christy, let Vanessa go.

I remember what happened

at the funeral home.

This whole town does.

Burying someone alive can't happen,

even if they were

wrongly pronounced dead.

There's more than one test.

They need to be embalmed.

They need...

It's just impossible.

Excuse me, I need to take this.

I apologize. I'll be right back.

Yeah?

Yeah. Yes.

Yeah.

Okay, at this...

Actually this is... Yeah. Okay.

Friday? Saturday?

Monday and Thursday the 14th. Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, thanks a lot. I appreciate it.

Yes, I'll talk to you soon. Okay.

Sorry about that. I've been waiting

for that call. The coroner.

Thank you so much

for all your time, Dr. Cestia.

John and Amy

probably really need me right now, so...

I'm sure they'd like that.

- Thanks.

- Say hello for me.

I will.

Hi, can you tell me

if a Claire Wells works here?

Wells? No, no one by that name.

Can I help you with anything else?

No. No, thanks.

- Christy. This is Jeff. You got a second?

- How did you get this number?

I talked to John.

He asked me to track you down.

I don't know how to tell you this,

but last night, there was an accident.

- Mrs. Locke...

- Mrs. Locke died. I know.

I'm waiting for a bus to get to John's.

Wait there. I'll give you a lift.

Something on your mind?

Do you know anybody

named Claire Wells?

Yeah, she used to work at the hospital.

She moved back East years ago. Why?

She was my sister's rehab nurse.

When I was in the facility,

she was living at Vanessa's.

I never met her.

I checked Vanessa's medical records.

One of the drugs that they had her on,

if it was wrongly administered,

it could induce a coma.

Look, I know we might not be

in a big city,

but our doctors don't mistake

comas for death.

I never saw her dead.

I just want some answers.

We're sorry. The number

you have dialed is not in service.

Please check the number...

My dad says it was an accident,

but it was the dark thing. I know it.

- So you ran all this by your dad?

- No.

Grandma said Dad sent you away

because that's what he does

to little girls who tell stories.

That's ridiculous.

Nobody's gonna send you away.

What did you see last night?

I heard it. It was really noisy.

Grandma had the marks

of the dark thing on her neck.

But you've never seen it.

No. But it touches my cheek

and the back of my hair

when I'm asleep.

I'm too scared to open my eyes.

Oh, I drew a picture for you.

Amy?

Amy?

Amy!

Amy!

Amy!

Amy?

Amy?

Amy, what are you doing?

Amy?

What happened

to the rehabilitation room

you built for Vanessa,

the one with the pool?

I tore it out. It's a time I'd rather forget.

Amy!

Grandma had the marks

of the dark thing on her neck.

Wait here. Do not leave.

We locked the doors to the north wing

for a reason.

How is she?

She bumped her head pretty hard.

It's difficult to tell

what the real damage is without an MRI.

She's in and out of consciousness.

John, I'm so sorry. I went over

to talk to you, and you weren't there,

and so I just made dinner for Amy

because she was home all alone.

She was alone? I hired a sitter.

She was supposed to be there by 10:00.

House was empty.

- I can't do this without Maman.

- I'm sorry.

You already said that!

About your mom.

She always made sure

the entrances were locked.

I never wanted Amy

to even know they existed.

What are they?

I've never seen them before.

The passageways

were designed for escape.

- From what?

- The mines.

I didn't know.

No one does.

Not anymore.

Amy had a kitchen knife

when I found her.

I think she went into the walls

to find something.

My daughter has some unique fears.

I'd appreciate you

not fueling her obsession.

- She thinks it's real.

- She was playing in the dark and fell.

Don't try to make more of this.

I saw Vanessa's rehabilitation room.

I thought you said you tore it out.

I tore it out. I closed it off.

I've moved on. You should do the same.

I don't know

what you're trying to get out of this,

where you're going with this,

but it's not gonna bring back Vanessa.

I walked away from it, John.

She died and I walked away.

I thought that if anybody

would understand that, it would be you.

I understand. Guilt is good.

It's the price we pay for an honest soul.

I have to go back and see about Amy.

Do you need directions to the cemetery?

No, thanks. I know the way.

You want Vanessa Locke's file?

I'm sorry. I wish I could help,

but we can't give out personal...

You're her sister.

The director's not here,

- and I don't have access.

- Look, nobody would have to know.

- I can just...

- I have a form that you can fill out.

You can request the information.

Did you know Vanessa's body

wasn't embalmed?

That's pretty strange, right?

Strange isn't a crime.

What did I tell you about

poking your nose in too many places?

- People talk.

- Doesn't make any sense.

Look, I can get Claire Wells' number.

She'll put your mind at rest,

keep you out of everyone's hair.

I already found it,

but it's been disconnected.

Do you know

if she has any other family in town?

No. Claire's mom died a few years ago.

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