Henry had forgotten in that short amount of time where they were. Honestly, what would it have mattered? At least the patients here were more willing to believe his story and after everything he had seen, he was almost willing to believe theirs.
"I,..." the words tried to form themselves, but fell flat. How to describe it? "I was supposed to be the last victim used in a ritual. I saw... things that I wasn't suppose to." Henry leaned back in his chair, head lifted to examine the ceiling. It was certainly the easy way to place what had happened--a crazed cult, which wasn't a lie--but could he even mention Walter? The man had killed himself prior to Henry meeting him and yet had been alive and well enough to kill Cynthia, Jasper, Andrew, and Richard. Henry had killed him, himself so he and Eileen could leave together. Yes, it was best not to mention that... "I watched four of my neighbors die and I couldn't... couldn't help them."