"....Yeah," Chase agreed with that last sentiment, glancing down at his folded arms, then back up at Reginald. "I mean, I'd rather that you were back at home, but...it's good knowing you're okay and with us again too."
He chewed on his lip, not sure if he wanted to know the answer, but decided he might as well. "When....when you were at the cottage did you see anything weird? Like...images, or did stuff move, or did you hear weird things? Or....was it just kind of normal?" He thought of the house at the beach, of the weird man in the mask, the mirror images, the moving objects. He couldn't imagine having to deal with anything like that by yourself. It didn't seem as if anything like that had happened to Reginald from his description so far, and he hoped that was the case.