With the reptile finally emerging from the Bayou's water, Luke quietly elbows's his brother Toby out of his inebriated nap. The child the brother’s procured as bait sat crying at the waters edge, his whimpering reminded Toby of his hunt. He groggily raises his rifle and takes a blurry aim. While Toby wildly misses his mark, the toddler’s shrieks signal that the gator accurately landed his. The tragedy of losing Milo was lost on the brothers, but deep in the Bayou there was something hungry to help them see the horror of their actions.