[He'd been asleep on the couch when the ruckus had started, and after figuring out exactly what had happened, he followed her out onto the street, a cup of tea in each hand. He smiled politely at the drone, said something about his silly joking wife, sent it on it's way. He wordlessly handed Sarah a cup of tea. After the lifeless neighbor walked away, he turned to her.]

Listen, don't talk to them. They aren't real. Come on, I'll explain everything.