Henry nodded, his face taking on a more serious, slightly somber look. "Yeah, it really was. I still have to leave doors and windows open most of the time, just so I know I won't be trapped in the room I'm in." In truth, when he'd first moved in with Eileen after the incident with Walter, he'd been pretty traumatized himself. The TV was almost always on for background noise, he carried his cell phone with him everywhere, and he always made sure to have a loaded gun within reach at all times.
He'd mostly returned to normal at this point. He still had to keep doors and windows open, but he only needed the TV when he slept, and the gun was now in a nightstand rather than under his pillow. Although occasionally, on particularly creepy nights, he put it back under his pillow, just in case. "It's in the past though," he sighed, blinking to clear his head of the memories. "I just hope, if Eileen ever shows up here, she'll have healed a little bit too."