As O'Connell had been doing since waking up, he kept staring at the table for a long time. And this time Turner didn’t interrupt him.

"What now? What's going inside your mind? Does the thought of spending rest of your life inside the walls scare you?"

"It would be foolish of me not to get scared. But I want to know why she resurfaced and lead you to my house? Why did she make you kill my mother?" O'Connell narrowed his eyebrows.

"I'm afraid but I have nothing to answer you for this. But the letter which I had found on your grave said she was going to grant you a wish which you had made to her. Maybe it's the reason why she resurfaced."

"I remember nothing more than being pulled out. How can I remember any wish I had made to her? Anyways, why would I wish for all this chaos? I would have wished for my home instead of this." O'Connell said. Later he realized he had his entire life to keep trying to recall his wish.

Was this my wish? Or this is just another stage to it?

Keaton was alone in the control room. Hence he was the most trusted interrogator; he was left alone in the room. He pressed STOP button of the tape recorder on which he had been recording what they had said.

"If I tell others he's not D'Amares then everything will get complicated. Laws are for humans, not for spirits and Gods. FBI wants D'Amares and due to D'Amares' past no trial for his defense is going to be held. Jury shall be held only to stamp convictions on him for determining legal punishment." he spoke at the sound proof glass.

He then went towards a briefcase which just he knew existed. Inside it was a prosthetic mask used by Raymond. When he removed the mask then he saw a rose beneath it.

"The mask doesn’t exist now. If I show this mask to FBI then I will be responsible for Jesus' second death." he told the mask by looking through the hollow eyes of mask at the rose.

If Keaton hadn’t heard the story then he would never have imagined how old the rose was.