Mommy's eyes were blue this morning. But I got her first, like Benji said, before I got him, too.
It's quiet here with everyone gone. But it's worse when they come back. I hope I got it right. I don't want to see them again. Not like we saw Daddy and Mrs. Wilton and the mailman. Never like that.
It's dark now that I got the lights. I don't need them - I already know what I'll see.
Because my eyes were blue in the mirror tonight ... and there's nobody left to get me.