When it's all said and done, Aunamee has recovered the camera and clicked away its memory. The man insists that no, nothing was been recorded, he hadn't gotten a chance to record, but it's not worth it. Even a split second of Howard's sickness reaching the evening news would be too much. Aunamee is selfish. This is something he wants to keep for himself. This belongs to him.

Once the man is gone, Aunamee turns to face the poor, suffering boy crouched over the garbage bin.

'You're welcome,' he mouths back, just as silent.

He steps backwards once. Then again. It is not unlike how he retreated from Howard's body all those days ago.

"I help people," he says finally. He slips his cold hands into his pockets. "And I'm only here to help you, Howard."