Gene, who was pacing around the playhouse slowly, started nodding. "I think you're probably right, Nathan." She mumbled, wringing her hands in front of herself before stopping in front of an old bean bag chair and flopping down into the worn seat. She placed her hands carefully under her thighs in an attempt to hide how they were slightly shaking. She never liked to appear nervous in front of the other children, especially her brother in fear of his mocking, yet playful, tone. "I mean, why else would she be here if there isn't some kind of reason. If she isn't related to us literally then there has to be something from the past that would link her to us..." Silently Gene mused this. "Do you guys think this is the first time she's done something like this?"

The room was silent for several long moments as the children thought this over. It was very possible that they weren't Emily's only victims, and if they weren't what had happened to those before them? Gene shuddered to think. "We should see if the old library at our house has any books or something..." She didn't suggest going back to Nathan, Sarah and Julia's house. That was too scary. "But we should go later, let's stay here for a bit." Just because their house was scarier, didn't mean that Emily's reach still couldn't be found where Gene, Gavin and Loo lived. 

The smallest of the Williams children was staring wide-eyed at the ongoings. She hadn't so much as said a word since they'd come into the treehouse. Her round mouth was shaped into an o as her eyes darted around, unsure of what was going on. "Gene... Gav..." She whispered, her little lip trembling slightly as a single tear ran down her cheek. "I-I'm scared." Her voice was hoarse as she forcefully rubbed away the tear from her cheek, and wiped her nose on her sleeve. "I want my Mommy..."

"What, Julia?" Gavin looked curiously at the younger girl. "You kinda have to tell us now." He crossed his hands over his chest and raised an eyebrow inquiringly. "What are you thinking?" Gav, who had his legs crossed and was sitting in the centre of the room, beckoned his littlest sister closer to him. The young child had started to shake and more tears sparkled in the corners of her bright blue eyes. "It's okay, Loo." He murmured quietly, holding the girl closer to him. "You're gonna be alright." He gazed at the older children, Nathan, Gene and Sarah, and sighed. "So..."