It's dark. That's all I really know right now.
And there's Marie, standing here, so sad.
Why is she so sad?
Oh, right. BJ was killed, and everyone thinks I did it.
And she's stuck with me, the psychopath.
The whole reason she's stuck with me is because of my insanity.
I feel…sorry for her.
I place my hand on her head.
Why did I do that?
To comfort her, I guess.
Her hair is so soft.
It must be a waking nightmare, having to stay with a psycho like me.
She didn't have to come with me.
The others could have just sent me on my way and let me hunt down the real killers.
Who am I kidding?
I can't do this alone.
I'm insane, a psychopath.
I need her help.
She knows it.
Did she come with me because she believes in me?
Did she come with me because maybe somewhere deep down, she thinks I'm not insane?
Yes, I think she did.
It's so dark out here.
And Marie is still sad.
I wish I wasn't insane.
That way I wouldn't have to run away.
That way people wouldn't think I was a killer.
But most of all, so Marie could stay here and be happy with someone normal.
Instead of being sad with someone insane like me.
It's really dark out here.
I don't like the dark anymore.
It makes me feel more trapped in my insanity.
And it traps Marie too.
I don't want her to be trapped with me.