[Oh, god. Christine's stomach twists, and she gently sets the diorama back down.]

He plotted out killing her. How to make her suffer the most. I mean, how twisted do you have to...

[And he was calling her a killer! Her anger is coming back and quickly twisting into determination.]

We gotta keep searching, Nana. There might be a clue to getting out of here.

[Maybe in the chest? Christine is going to... just take this diorama as she heads over.]