Luke dreamed of her coming to the complex all the time; sometimes she was human, sometimes she wasn't, but no matter what happened it was a bad thing. It made him angry to think that his mind would betray him so sincerely when left to its own devices. He often woke angry, too; he interacted with the world in anger, buried and bubbling, except when it came to George and Rae.
His cousin and her baby were two of the only things on earth that Luke felt personally responsible for -- and beyond that, capable of caring for. He took his job very seriously, and for all of his grumbling and deliberate mischief, Rae was one of only three beings alive with the ability to get him out of bed at all.
Still, he frowned at her. "I'll make you extinct."
If this was some kind of joke...
The boxes looked very real, though. Luke picked his up, yawning, and gave it a shake. "No note...?"