A. Milne and his mother in a compromising position

Derek opened the door, his hand shaking slightly as he paused, listening hard for any sound inside the house. "Mom?" He called out, hearing nothing in response. Stepping into the foyer, Derek shut the door quietly behind him, standing there, holding his breath, his ears straining for any noise. Not hearing anything, he looks at his phone, pulling up his mother's picture in the app. _I wonder if I can do this,_ He wondered, tapping her profile and seeing a small map pop up. "She's here," he muttered to himself, seeing the small red dot that indicated his mother was only forty feet from him. "She must be upstairs," he assures himself, hurrying up the stairs towards where he'd left her, cleaning under the influence of his commands.

Walking up the stairs, Derek paused, thinking he'd heard something, a soft noise that was he could barely hear... but it seemed to be coming from his mother's bedroom. As he stood there, he heard it again... and again, and again. It was low and rhythmic, and thinking about what it could be filled Derek with dread as he slowly approached his mother's bedroom.

Derek paused outside the closed door of his mother's bedroom, listening carefully to the slow steady noise, the rhythmic sound filtering through the thick wood, his mind putting actions to the sound, images that he didn't want to imagine, didn't want to picture filling his head. A. Milne must be in there, must be using Mom, making her do.... do whatever he wants, Derek thought feverishly, anger at this stranger exploiting his mother, taking advantage of her, controlling her, filling his mind. He knew it was hypocritical of him, he'd done the same thing with Sue, he'd taken advantage of someone else's mother... but this was different. This was his mom! Derek told himself as he opened the door, preparing himself for the worst as the sound increased.

Derek stormed into the room, anger on his face, ready to battle with A. Milne for his mother's honor! His hands were gripped into fists, his jaw clenched as he glanced around his mother's large bedroom, his gaze darting everywhere but at the bed, his mind knowing what he'd see there, his subconscious trying to avoid it. Finally his eyes stopped at the bed, his mouth falling open in shock, his fists going slack at his side as he stared at the bed, not believing what he was seeing.