Tyrell and Delmar in a Therapy Room

After lunch, Tyrell goes looking. A few minutes later, we hear the anguished shouts. Rachel and I come running to find them in the therapy room. The dog is dead and Delmar is on his knees scrambling, clearly trying to hide the body in a pillowcase. Nobody mentions how it was Delmar who bitterly complained about the piss and dog crap on the floor.