Shawn: Halloween - Sunset
There was no sound in the house, yet the rocking chair was moving, moving and the radio had stopped talking. Dad's sleeping body rocked back and forth in front of the window, Mr. Clayton seated on his lap. Shawn had practiced for months but somehow the need was now pressing, urgent even.
Mr. Clayton sat on top of Dad, the Puppet's own eyes were closed.
Shawn lifted Dad's arm, taking it off from around Mr. Clayton. The Puppet's eyes remained shut as Shawn silently made his way to the hallway, Dad still asleep.