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The "Shock" of the name reveal has left the kitchen in a state of hushed, conspiratorial energy. Alexis has successfully used the moment to pour another round of tequila-spiked juice, insisting that they toast to their "new roommate." Cherie is drinking it, her eyes unfocused as she mentally replays the sound of your name.

Meanwhile, Tyler has finally emerged from his room. He’s standing at the top of the stairs, looking down into the foyer. He heard his mother and aunt say a name—Mack—at the exact same time. It has rattled his fragile sense of "insider" status. He thought the ghost was his secret, his technical mentor.