[Sheesh, she really does look worried. That's such a loaded question though and he's not even sure where to begin or how much to say. It's not like he can lie anyway. He's pretty sure he looks as terrible as he feels.]

...A-A lot of things? I guess? I don't...I don't know. I-I mean, I know what happened but not...everything that happened to me. If that makes sense. Who am I kidding; that doesn't make any sense at all.

[He's still taking inventory of what happened. He knows what Bill said and did in front of the twins. He knows Bill was messing with his clarinet. He knows about the raw meat and he knows about the fox gloves, and scattered other horror stories here and there but it's not enough to add up to three whole days.

...But, that's probably not the answer she's looking for. It's not an explanation.]

I...I trusted someone I shouldn't have. I'm sorry. [All he wants to do is apologize, over and over and over.] I'm so sorry.