He startles, sending the glass shattering to the floor as his head starts to pound. The bloods soaks up to his elbows, bodies strewn all about Neil's kitchen. He remembers how each of them died, by his hand. Some screamed and some were silent.

His breath goes rapid as he starts to panic, blood running down his face. They will come for him. They will come for him and make him forget. They will make him do it again.