Ethan does respond this time, in a louder more forceful tone. "Why don't you put the gun down. You're not going to shoot me."

There's a pause before Eleanor speaks again.

"Yes. I am."

But nothing happens. Try as she might, her finger won't tighten around the trigger. And then, inexplicably, her arm drops back to her side and releases the pistol. It falls innocuously into the yellowed turf below.

"That's better," Ethan says. "Now go back inside and we'll be in to take care of you soon."

Eleanor nods woodenly and replies in a voice that's eerily devoid of tone. "Yes, sir. My apologies." She turns and starts walking back towards the house, gazing blankly through Jamie like he's not even there.