Home Entertainment Game Technology Advertisement Part 2: For eight years, my parents made me leave the house every time my brother brought his fiance over; Mom said, “She comes from a good family, don’t embarrass us”; Dad added, “Just disappear for the weekend”; I did; then one weekend, I never came back; it took them four years to find out where I went.

The recording had no sound.

But I could see her shouting.

Then Dr. Byrne appeared.

He was carrying a small medical case.

The four of us argued.

For several seconds, nobody moved.

Then Nina reached into her pocket and held up something.

A small black device.

My heart pounded.

"What is that?"

Grant paused the video.

"We believe it was a digital recorder."

I stared at Nina.

She'd been gathering evidence.

She'd known something was wrong.

And she'd tried to help me escape.

Grant resumed the footage.

Dr. Byrne reached toward Nina.

She stepped backward.

Then stumbled.

Her head struck the edge of a metal cart.

I covered my mouth.

She collapsed.

The corridor went silent.

My younger self dropped beside her.

I could see myself screaming.

Calling for help.

My father stood completely still.

Then he bent down.

Not to help Nina.

To pick up the little black recorder.