She rushes into the room, though she hasn't quite decided what she's going to do beyond demanding to know who's heart is in his hand. When he speaks to the computer, she stops. That's right, this isn't real. It's just an illusion.

A horrible, disturbing illusion.

She watches in muted horror as he goes about his business, passively acknowledging her existence. As if everything were normal. As if he wasn't playing with someone's heart.

She takes a step back, slowly peering around the room.

"This isn't real," she mutters to herself, taking it all in. The room, the house, Henry. "This is just a trick."