Chase Wescott

Script

Chase: *finds himself drawn to Ben's room's door* Where are you...?

~Relax... I will show you.~

Chase: In Ben's room? *walks into the darkened room... eyes reflecting slightly -- in the far corner on the highest reaches of the shelf is a flickering glimmer of white-gold, around the fringes of a small wooden box* What's that? *pulls the step stool over and reaches up to get the box down*

~That's right...~