If his mother were here, she'd remind Jeff of the stories she used to read him when he was little, and one of the big, important rules when dealing with things that are Other: don't give them your fucking name, idiot.

She isn't here, though. Nobody's here, and he's so lost it feels like his heart's all twisted up in his chest. God, he fucking hates it; he hates feeling like this.

So fuck it, he'll give the spooky guy his name. What does it matter, anyway?

"Jeff. My name's Jeff."