The Killer was sitting at home full of anticipation. He had spoken to Rebecca a few hours earlier, and tonight they were catching up. He had swallowed his disappointment from the night before, and he could feel the butterflies tingling in his stomach. This love was way better than any drug he had ever tried, and he had tried them all. He saw a mental picture of Rebecca's smile and knew that if his plan succeeded, he would be able to see it on a much more regular basis. His daydreaming was interrupted by a phone call. It was Rebecca on the other line.
Rebecca:
- Hey, JP. I am so sorry I'll have to cancel our date tonight as well. My dad just crashed his car and got a severe concussion. I'll have to go and visit him at the hospital.
The Killer
- Oh god. That’s terrible,
