Once outside, Oliver darted across the street, then down the sidewalk, nearly running over a woman who was walking her dog.
"Get back here, you fucking sicko!" Alan yelled from behind.
"Having trouble?" asked the woman with the dog.
Oliver looked at her with a puzzled look. He was so focused on getting away from Alan that he wasn't really paying attention to the fact that she was talking to him.
He turned around and looked back at Alan, who suddenly stopped running and began to walk towards him instead. What confused Oliver was the man's lack of rage. A moment ago, he looked like he wanted to tear his head off ... but now, he seemed quite serene.
"What's wrong?" the woman asked Alan, after he joined up with them.
"He did something to my wife and daughters. He made them act differently."
"Is that so?" the woman asked, seeming a bit amused for some reason.
Alan nodded.
"What did he do specifically?" the woman asked.
"He made one of my daughters dress and act like a Goth girl. And he made my other daughter and my wife act like bimbo sluts. I caught him having sex with them in his bedroom."
"Well, that certainly explains your anger towards him."
"Yes. I wanted to beat the crap out of him," Alan said, casually.
"And for good reason." The woman turned and looked at Oliver, who looked back with nothing but confusion and shock at what he was hearing and seeing. "If it isn't obvious by now, I'm a controller, just like you. Lori," she said, holding out her hand. "That's my name."
Oliver hesitantly shook her hand. "I suppose you're going to fix what I did now and change me too, huh?"
