Unsure of what to do, but seeing his mother sitting on the shower floor in what appeared to be almost a stupor, Elliott rushed into the shower stall, fully clothed. He crouched down next to his mother, the spray from the shower raining down on him. "Mom, are you okay?" he asked as he reached out and touched her arm. His words and touch seemed to wake her from the bewildered state she seemed to be in. He was happy to see that she seemed to snap right out of it and looked up at him with a smile on her face.

"Elliott, what are you going in here in...