"Yes. My mother and father." Who were gone, just like that. Hartley looked down at his hands at the blood there, still trying to get from what he knew to be true to what he believed. It couldn't be, could it? Things like that didn't happen, not like this. He turned his head to get another glimpse of the bodies and tried to accept that this was reality. "I know. I don't know why they--"

Wait. "Did you see them?" He turned his head to look at Paco, taking a step toward him. "What did you see?"