Becky takes stock of the situation

The two of them lie on the bed in a state of quiet shock for quite some time. During this time, Roger scooches up to her and starts spooning her from behind, cupping her breast gently in his hand. It feels like they lie there for hours, but when Becky checks her phone, only half an hour has passed since they drank the wine. She's glad she had the wherewithal to make a mental note of the time they'd need to wait for tomorrow.

"Between eight and nine pm tomorrow," Becky says solemnly, finally breaking the silence between them, "you're going to have to impregnate me. Any sooner, I die. Any later, I die."

"I know, Becky..." Roger sighs. "I was there too, remember?"

Becky turns her head and gives him an annoyed glare. "Do not with that right now. You know saying things aloud is how I get my thoughts in order." She rubs her temples. "Lying here feeling sorry for ourselves isn't accomplishing anything. I'm gonna talk through this case as I understand it so far, and I swear Roger, if you answer any of my hypothetical questions just to say 'I don't know', I will punch you."

"I'll be a good, silent husband," he mumbles, his voice muffling as he presses his face against her back.

"Okay. So," Becky begins, "Sebastian Carmine finds a way to create this 'seed', which he believes will grant him some sort of reincarnation if implanted successfully in suitable hosts. When he dies, someone invites an array of guests to this mansion on his behalf, to serve as these potential hosts. So the first question is, on what criteria were these guests chosen? I'd presume couples were the favourable choice, but beyond that, was it just anyone vaguely close to Sebastian?"

Roger stays quiet, but softly strokes her leg with his free hand.

"The other guests arrive sometime before us, and drink the inseminated wine," she continues. "Then shortly afterwards, for whatever reason, they decide to have an impromptu orgy. This cannot be a rational choice if they knew about the twenty-four-hour time limit. So either they didn't know and were just sexually natured, or they did know but had taken leave of their senses. Perhaps they were under the effect of some kind of aphrodisiac?"

She feels Roger's hand slide up her dress and rub at the damp spot between her legs. She shivers and lets out a little "eep!" then quickly pulls herself out of his embrace and stands up, blushing profusely.

"J-just in case that second part is right, we should probably keep our distance from each other for now..."

Roger's pouts and stretches his arms out pathetically towards her, before dropping them to the bed in resignation. "Fine..."

Becky clears her throat and composes herself. "The women are impregnated during this orgy, but it's too soon. What develops inside them are these 'malformed' creatures, and if I had to guess, they developed fast! From conception to birth in hours, maybe minutes, these creatures rip their way out of their mothers, killing them in the process. They attack the men in the room, and then..."

Becky freezes, turning white as a ghost.

"And then what?" she whispers.

"I don't kn-" Roger starts, but stops himself. Partly because he remembered their deal, but also because upon seeing her expression, the penny drops for him too.

"They could still be in the mansion," he whispers in terror. "The creatures that did... that... are still lurking around here?!"

"We need to get out of here," Becky says firmly, doing her best to stay calm. "You can knock me up on the drive home if needs be, but we cannot stay here!"

"But how?" Roger asks, trembling. "The only exit we know of shut itself with no handles!"

"Maybe the butler would be willing to show us the way out?" Becky muses. "If only we knew how we were supposed to summon him..."

Just then, the two jump at the sound of a creaking hinge. The door to their room is slowly opening, and Becky realises in horror that she left her gun on the couch downstairs!