Off Mangy Jesus' sneer, we cut back to the dead-eyed Psycho in his playpen up in the nonexistent attic. Big Gay Chris, standing at the Book and looking positively angelic in the soft white backlight flooding through the windows, glances briefly at his brother before returning to his research. That floorboard creaks. Chris snaps his head up to dart his eyes around the apparently empty room as the camera swings a semicircle around his head. More creaking. Chris darts over to the playpen and bends to orb out with the Psycho. The invisible Snidely -- because, come on, you know it's him -- backhands Chris across the room to smash into a table before crashing to the floor. Snidely uncloaks to loom over the Psycho as Chris scrambles to his feet. "Don't make me sacrifice you both," Snidely warns, and if I were Chris, I'd get the fuck out of the attic right about now and plan on rescuing the Psycho later. Unfortunately, Chris decides otherwise, and slams Snidely to the opposite end of the floor with some telekinesis of his own. Snidely swings his head around to glare at Chris and conjures that dagger into his right hand before recloaking. Chris, stupidly -- oh, how stupid he is at this moment -- physically charges towards the playpen, rather than orbing over. He barely makes it halfway before Snidely uncloaks and plunges that damned dagger into Chris's stomach. Chris gasps, "Dad!" before collapsing to the carpet.