One of the slatted lids on Mr. Clayton's eye shut itself, leaving only one eye open.
"He knows about....me." Mr. Clayton said, voice frail and dropping to a whisper.
"Because....."Mr. Clayton said, repeating the words that he had just said, even weaker this time.
"Wait. I already said that." Then Mr. Clayton's puppet head shook, trembling. "Put me in the case, would you?" Mr. Clayton said.
"I'm so tired. We won't be seeing each other for a while." Mr. Clayton advised.
"You need to burn down that house." Mr. Clayton said.
"Burn down Ralph's house." His other eye closed, and now the Puppet was speaking to Shawn, with eyes closed like he was talking in his sleep.
"Burning down the house is the only way that Mr. Cherrywinks will go away."
"It's the only way to seal up the place. To stop what the Proprietor is doing in the basement."
"It's kind of like what I told your Grandfather to do when he was a kid. It's not his fault."