The room is dark, silent. Jeff's room, abandoned for the night. Claire sits on his bed, huddled and shivering and pressing her hands to her mouth to keep from making the slightest sound.

She tries to breathe as tremors go through her, tries not to breathe too fast, too shallow. Her worst fears are coming true.

It's all Leland's fault. She can't blame Mark, Mark's dead, Mark loved her, and Leland killed him.

Leland killed him. Leland killed him, and it's all her fault. It's all her fault...