Mother

Jason loved it here.

Alice wasn’t sure he shared the sentiment.

But apparently, it was important enough to Jason to bring him here, so Alice supposed he’d go along with it. Besides, it generally wasn’t a good idea to piss off a seven foot, undead, serial killer with a mommy complex.

Alice wondered, (because Jason’s communication skills were lacking,) at the kind of woman Pamela was. Was she kind? Thoughtful? Pretty? Well, looking at how Jason turned out, one would naturally assume not.

But… as he sat there cradled in Jason’s lap, with only the whisper of a gentle breeze to disturb the ambiance… Well. How bad could she have been?