Julian certainly hadn't gotten close enough to feel a heartbeat, nor had he wanted to. Staying a fair distance away from a potentially undead maniac seemed a good tactic. On the other hand, he was certain that Mad Maddy were real. He didn't hallucinate unless there was something really weird in that cinnamon roll, and he was certain he wasn't dreaming. There were only two possibilities: either Mad Maddy were alive (either the original bride or an impostor), or ghosts were real. Julian had a hard time believing the latter.

As Charlie collected the macarons, Julian tried pondering over what he had seen, trying to make sense of it. The house had obviously not been taken care of in some time, and garbage had been piling up. Did someone break in after the wedding night and use the house for her own twisted fantasies? The only way to find out would be to return and continue investigating, although that option was less than desirable right now.