As Fredrick's hand twisted the knife he had plunged into Stacey's heart, her wide eyes finally fluttered close, and she fell into his arms. His head began to swirl… making him dizzy. As his feet became unsteady, he staggered, trying to keep himself up.
"Fred?" He could hear Stacey's voice calling to him, but all he could do was stare at her lifeless body on the ground until…
"Fred!" Stacey screamed, shaking him vigorously.
"Stacey! You're alive!" his eyeballs popped, as he stared at her in shock. He held her by the shoulders, pulling away to examine the place he had stabbed some minutes ago – nothing! There was no knife, no wound.
Stacey's brow furrowed, "Why wouldn't I be? What happened? You blanked out for like a minute."
Fredrick's eyes darted all around. It's been more than just a minute. He hadn't even realized they had walked this far. What the hell was that?
