She doesn't want to be a baby. She really doesn't. But then the lights in the hall start to flicker, and her breath quickens, ghosting in front of her in the suddenly chilled air of this impersonal bedroom.

"Stop it, Aiden!" she cries, voice quavering. Is it Aiden? What if it's not?

Abandoning the stranger in the observation room, Aiden darts back to the bed and huddles close to Jodie. This isn't him. It's them. They're coming for Jodie, for his Jodie, and he can't stop them.

The lights go out, plunging the little apartment into darkness. A beat later, Jodie shrieks. When the lights flicker back on, she's no longer on the bed - she's on the floor, her hands clawing at the carpet as an invisible force drags her into the hallway.