i'm dorothy. muller. tom witzky.tom she shakes his hand limply and steps inside, just to the side of the door, looking down. tom stares at her, longer than is maggie comes forward with the baby y monitor and takes ove r, leading dorothy into the room.
it's okay.
go away.
he isn't safe in your house.
he told me! he told me so! the driver of the bus that nearly hit her is out of his bus now. he shouts at them from the other side of the lot.
nothing. i was sitting there, i was watching him sleep, i was just watching him, like i'm supposed to, and.  and he sat up in bed, he looked right at me, and he said "i'm not safe in this house." two times, he said it, and then he went back to sleep.
california. to my father's house. my real father, not -- -- duane. jake would be safe at my father's house, we'd both be safe there.
you're bleeding.
it's okay. he picks up a framed photograph. broken glass falls out of the frame as he turns it over. tom freezes. dorothy what's the matter? tom just stares at the picture. dorothy what? tom turns the picture around to show dorothy. the woman in the picture is about eighteen or nineteen, bears a faint resemblance to dorothy -- -- and is the same woman he saw in his living room. dorothy yeah?
my sister.
yeah.
yeah, all t2;+ time, she probably still does. how d., you know that? upstairs, there is a tremendous slam as a closet door closes and duane shouts. duane
i don't know.
no.
she ran away. about six months ago.
i don't know! she don't write or nothin'. tom looks down at the photograph again.
samantha.