Ross, Madison, meet Pat.

Ross and Madison tried to formulate a plan on the drive to the address Andrew texted them.

"Why would he text me and not you?" Madison asked. "Does that, like, mean something? Is it a signal?"

"Who fucking knows? And he said he can't talk. Is he just being paranoid? Fuck, this is bad."

"This could be bad," Madison objected. "For all we know he just found out what we already know. Let's not assume the worst."

"He wants us to meet us at some mysterious address and can't talk on the phone." Ross was consciously trying not to hyperventilate as he pulled into the quiet neighborhood. "There's something really wrong here, Mads. Should we have called Maria?"

"We need an ace in the hole, Ross. If we tell her she's just gonna come in guns blazing and try to save him. That might be why texted me instead of you - he probably figured that you'd immediately tell her. No, let's keep her out of this in case we need backup."

Ross didn't like it, but he had to admit it made sense. They arrived at an upper-middle class townhouse and nervously approached the door. Ross knocked twice and heard someone approaching the door.

"Madison," the woman said when she opened it. "You brought a friend! Why don't you two come on in?"

"Where's Andrew?" Ross asked nervously. "What's going on?"

"Oh, he's upstairs," she said. "Follow me. I'll show you."

As they entered the house, Madison whispered to Ross. "She looks a lot like Patricia Chambers."

"Sister?" Ross mouthed and Madison shrugged. They entered the living room and were shocked at what was before them. On the TV was a camera feed of Andrew sitting on a chair in a small, featureless room. A strange-looking man had his hands on either side of Andrew's head and Andrew was visibly screaming, despite there being no sound.

"Sound-proof room!" she said brightly. "Perfect for late-night jam sessions with the band, or when you need to torment the kid who **** your husband."

Ross and Madison stared in shock, barely registering her words. She smiled politely and offered her hand.

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Pat Chambers, the wife of Dr. Cecil Chambers. I'd like to have a chat with you."