"What do you mean, it's not working?"
The voice on the other end of the call was deep, commanding, and completely expressionless. Jack swallowed hard before answering, as he always did- that voice scared him.
"I mean, it's not working." He said. "I did exactly what you said to do, but it's not working. All he does is cry. He's refusing to eat, and I have to fight to get any water in him."
The other end was silent for a long moment. "Tell me exactly what you've been doing. Start at the beginning."
Jack sighed, being sure to do it quietly, and recounted everything from the afternoon Brandon had come over and laid his own trap for himself. He left nothing out, going through everything he'd done, all of Brandon's reactions, everything.
"- and I went down there just now to check on him. He kicked the food dish across the room, and didn't eat any of it. Nothing's working."