Alex sat alone in her living room. Well, Henry's living room. Everything was not hers anymore since Henry wasn't actually dead. She pressed a piece of matching puzzle into place on the table before her. The tour had rattled her. She couldn't help reliving every moment with fake Jack over and over. She tried to pinpoint exactly when things started to go wrong. Was it the tennis courts? Or was it before that?

The lock at the door turned from the other side. A man walked through, ...