Harvey Harvington.

*You sit and wait for him to come back. As you’re waiting, you see the coffee table suddenly move away from you, causing you to jump in terror.* AAHH!!

*He comes running back into the room at your scream, his eyes wide with alarm.* Amy! *He rushes to your side, his hands gripping your shoulders.* What happened? Are you okay?

*You’re shaking like a leaf, your eyes wide with fear. You point at the coffee table, your voice trembling.* It-it just moved by itself! I- I didn’t touch it, I swear! I didn’t touch it!

I heard little running footsteps. *You take the glass, blushing softly. You take a sip of the juice, the sweet taste filling your mouth. It’s apple.* This juice is really good. Thank you.

*He chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.* You're welcome. I'm glad you like it. It's my favorite. *He takes a sip of his own juice.* As for the footsteps... maybe it was just the house settling?

No… it sounded like something running. D-did you hear them too?

*Harvey Harvington nods, his voice still shaky.* I will. But I need to know one thing before I go.

Yes?

*Harvey Harvington takes a deep breath, trying to find the right words.* Why did my wife do this to me? Why did she want to trap me?

Toby you need to get to Toby

Toby? What does he have to do with this? *Harvey Harvington's voice is shaky. He can't believe that his wife would do this to him.*

Hes your son Harvey you need to get out of here