[Hunter still looks agitated. He knows she believes him but it's not the same thing as either of them having answers. It would almost be more of a relief if the thing had tried to fight so his aunt was able to stop it.]

[He gets up and frantically goes for a notepad and pen in the living room.]

We need to find out what they were.

[He sits at the coffee table, drawing frantically. He's a good artist and has drawn enough to be able to do it fast.]

This was the guy in the cloak. He was maybe my height? But I couldn't tell because I was looking down.

[He draws the mask last. It's creepy. Impersonal.]

[Familiar. Why is it familiar?]

I didn't see the thing in the woods enough to draw it. Just...eyes. But is that familiar? Does that look like anything you know? Maybe the mask?

[Maybe it's some kind of magical artifact she'd recognize.]