"So, we'll move on to something else. I want to go to the October fourth night again. And this is a strange night, and you've had glimmerings of things and half-memories. Describe hearing your son crying. I want you to take a few minutes and hear that sound, as if you were in bed that night, hearing the sounds, listen for the sounds... any words, what kind of voice…"

"I don't know if he said 'Mommy, Mommy' or 'Daddy, Daddy.' It seems like he screamed.

It seems like he called me, but everybody says he called Whitley. Screaming, though. [Long pause. Becomes visibly tense. Gasps.] Well, I don't want to say it because I feel it's been influenced and I don't want to say it."

"Don't worry. Say what you feel."

"Well, I know Whitley told me it was him screaming. He told me that. Now, when I take that thought into my mind. and then I think about the screams. I can hear Whitley screaming.

It's very hard, because Whitley's not the one who's supposed to scream. He's supposed to protect us. But I can hear him screaming. I can see his face, very frightened. Terrified. His eyes widen and get very white. Just so frightened. I don't know — is that real or not? Because maybe my imagination is doing that."

"Don't worry about that."

"If he was screaming it would be so unusual. He's always so calm. But he does get frightened. He gets very frightened sometimes."

"The way you describe his voice, his face —"

"Oh! I can picture it! I'm trying to remember when I would have seen it. I just hear the voice of a woman... he's so frightened... and I think at the same time he would have been a bit ashamed of himself. because whatever he saw, he would have been frightened for us, not just for himself. But he was so frightened that he had to feel mostly frightened for himself."

"Did he seem very far away from you when he screamed?"

"No. because I can see his face. No, not far away

"Was he in the room?"

"That I don't know at all. I don't picture any room."

"Can you remember another time he screamed like that?"

"Well, I'm trying to picture if there ever was a time. There've been some times when he's seemed frightened, but I don't think there's ever been a time when he screamed. You know, it's frightening to see a man scream, because men don't scream. Maybe they should or could, but they don't. So it's an experience you don't have. You never feel a man scream. I think most men don't even know if they could scream."

"Why is he screaming?"

"[Whispers.] I don't know. [Long silence.] It's fading away now. I was trying to think about that time, what I remember about it."

"You said you heard a woman's voice? Annie?"

"Mumbling in a soothing way

"Mumbling?"

"Yes."

"Do you remember words?"