It's all my fault! I'm the cause of ALL of this - everyone I'm close to dies because of me. God ... why is this happening again? Who would be sick enough to put me through this again? Oh Randy...
Her eyes wandered across the station to Cotton.
It can't be, can it? Surely the police can't have been mistaken again; he may be a slime ball, but could he really have killed all these people? I did put him in prison for a year - maybe this is his revenge...
Oh Randy, you didn't deserve this, all you ever wanted was for me to notice you as more than a friend. I'll get the bastard, this I promise you, he won't get away with it, even if it takes me 'til my dying day.
Which won't be far away the way things are going.
Don't think like that! You can't let him get to you, then he's won!
"I should call his mom."
I remember when this all started, that phone call, I thought it was you mucking about.
"What's your favourite scary movie?" That was just the type of thing you would say, the type of joke you would play on me so that you could then play the hero. I heard you yesterday, telling your film class that sequels suck and I agree, this is one sequel I would rather have skipped.
Mom, Tatum, Cece, the two at the cinema, you! How many more people are going to die because of me? I can't do this without you, I won't survive without you. None of them understand, they can't understand, they haven't gone through all this, they haven't survived this!
Oh God, he's getting up, they're letting him go! Oh God, he's heading this way, I swear to you, Randy, I will get him, if he's the one who's done this to you I will get him!
I promise!