It seems to be her husband!

"– Marcos, please be careful."

He gets out of the car, leaving it on, and walks to the door.

He rings the bell.

She goes to the door, stands the other side, and says, "Hello?"

"Clarice," he breathes. "Can—can I come in?"

"… I don't think that'd be a good idea, not right now."

"—why?"

Were his eyes this blue before?

She pauses. "I don't know if the myths, or fiction, is at all right, but." She swallows. "It might be dangerous."

"I'm—I'm here. I'm alright. I'm alive."

"Yeah," she agrees. "But maybe – I mean, have you seen what they've been doing?"

"I—I—" Pause. "I'm still me."

"– Honey, please."

"What should I do?"

"I – I don't know, do you, I mean, we probably –" Pause. "We should probably wait a bit, see what happens from all this. – It's probably not safe for us, though. For Alexandre."

"—my little boy. Can—can I see him?"

"It would… he thinks you're dead, right now, Marcos. He probably – I, it shouldn't stay this way, but I don't know that it's a good idea right now."

"Please, honey, let me see my son one more time—"

"– You need to be careful."

"I promise."

"– I'll bring him here," she says, moving to do as such.

He waits patiently.

"– Alê, there's someone at the door," she says, in the other room. "Yes, I know it's been – scary out there," her breath hitches a little, "but it's someone you'll want to see."

Shortly afterwards, Alexandre walks through the kitchen and then into the hall.

Then he can see his dad.

"Hi, buddy," he says, smiling a bit. "Uh, don't come out. I just—wanted to see you."

He looks at his mom, then back.

"– I thought I wouldn't see you again?"