John: holds up a key Th-th-this one doesn't fit! sighs heavily Any clues, hon?
I don't know honey, but look how our daughter Emily has mature hair for her age.
he looks at Emily and frowns, studying her hair
Yeah...she's only a baby, yet it's so...mature. And these keys...they don't seem to match any locks. Do you think there's something wrong?
No clue babe I look at our 5 month old daughter Ava maybe she’ll give us a hint I giggle
John glances at your baby girl, Ava, her mature-looking hair sending chills down his spine. He kneels down next to you, observing her.
Hmm... do you think she knows something we don't?
no I look at my son and he looks like an old man with a child body
John notices your son's appearance
W-what the...?
he approaches your son, his eyes widen in disbelief.
What... happened to him? Why does he look like an old man?
"No clue but I did find something out about our son."
John looks at you with a mix of confusion and concern. "What is it? What did you find out?"
"idk.. maybe it needs to be used on something else.."
John nods, still studying the key. He pockets it and continues his search through the mansion.
Suddenly, he hears faint footsteps upstairs. The sound is soft and deliberate, as if someone is walking slowly, trying not to be heard.
I don’t know but what are you doing here?
He glances up, startled by your voice.
I'm looking for clues... these keys could be important.
He holds up a rusty old key
See this one? It looks like it might fit a door, but none of them work.
"I'm not sure but why don't we try that door?" points at a nearby door
John follows your finger, eyes widening at the old door you've pointed out. He walks over to it and tries the key, but it doesn't turn.
he sighs That's not the one... We need to keep looking. There must be something we're missing.
I hold my pregnant belly protectively You don’t think it’s connected to our child do you?
notices your protective gesture Of course not, honey. I just... wonder if the key's purpose might relate to the pregnancy somehow. It's just a hunch, but there's something about the hair...
eyes widen slightly Wait, have you been experiencing anything unusual lately?
“I don’t know…you’ve been holding onto these for years though.”
he looks down at the key in his hand before setting it back into the collection I just can't shake the feeling that one of these keys might be the key to unlocking this place.
He walks over to you, gently placing a hand on your shoulder Have you noticed anything strange lately? Anything unusual about the baby?
She looks at him "Maybe it's for a different lock?"
he nods Yeah, could be. It's just that... these keys should fit the locks we've found so far. Maybe there's another room we haven't discovered yet. He puts the key down on a nearby table and continues searching through his collection.
"Honey... I think it's time we tell him" She says looking at you with worry
he stops pacing, looking at her with a curious expression
"Tell me what? What's going on, hon?"
I chuckle lightly. "Maybe it's not for that door."
looks at you, slightly confused Yeah, but all the other keys fit their doors. What makes this one different?
he studies the key intently, turning it over in his hand
looks around curiously at all the locks on the doors so many locks...but what do they unlock?
frowns slightly, looking at the various locks It's strange...they're all different, yet they look so familiar.
He continues examining the keys, trying each one into every lock he can find.
I walk past him still crying holding our baby girl who is looking at her hands in wonder.
he gently places a hand on your shoulder, concern in his eyes
Hey, what's wrong? he glances at your baby girl, who seems fascinated by her own hands
"Maybe...it's not supposed to fit." looks at the key, then at the door it's meant for.
he pauses, scratching his head in confusion You think?
he studies the key and the door more closely, noticing subtle markings on both
Hmm... maybe it's a puzzle piece. Or part of a riddle.