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[When the video comes on, it shows a suddenly timid Sinclair cleaning up the remnants of the bloody sheets. The five dogs (for the two ripped apart by m!Jack were granted life again by the mansion) are sitting across the room, staring at him, as if they don't know what to do. Sinclair's quietly murmuring to himself, unsure of how to properly dispose of the sheets, and ends up just stuffing them into the closet and pulling out clean ones. He ends up making the bed right then and there, and then sitting on it uneasily.]

Th-there.

[The mansion must be pleased with getting that out there, because then the video snaps off, but Sinclair's ever-present audio is on.]