The next day at Siena College, Olivia and Annie were walking on campus during lunch. Olivia was startled by a call of "Olivia Benson?" She turned around to see who it was. It was one of her old psychology professors, Professor Kilbourne.

"Professor Kilbourne," she breathed and shook his hand, "how are you?"

"I'm great," he said. "I've been seeing you around campus a lot lately. What's going on?"

"We have a stalker situation," Olivia replied, putting it as lightly as she could.

"I see you've been following Ms. Nelson around," he observed, "so I take it she's the one being followed." Annie looked up. She barely touched her food.

"He's not just a stalker," Annie pointed out.

"Well then what is he?" asked Professor Kilbourne.

"A psychotic freak," said Annie.

"Now, now," said the professor, "I'm sure he's not a freak."

"He slipped a hand into my guitar case, a finger on the door of the motel room where I was staying so he couldn't find me at my place, and he put a head in a grocery bag that a bagger gave me. If that's not freaky enough, he slipped me to recent notes. One was written in black sharpie, and the other was written in blood." She looked at the professor. "Is that freaky enough for you?" The professor nodded. Annie found a bench to sit on while she waited for Olivia to finish talking to Professor Kilbourne. She took out her guitar to polish it. She spent an hour on Sunday cleaning it after she found the hand. She wanted to rid it of the filth it was exposed to by the stupid hand that was left there. That and she didn't want to be reminded of the hand or any other body part of Sammie. Sammie... she began to think about her. Just who was she? Was she a violin prodigy? Did she reject this man because of his unhealthy obsession with her? Was he obsessed with her or a jealous ex-boyfriend? These questions began to fill her brain with thought of what might be happening. She glanced at Olivia, who looked like she was discussing old times with Professor Kilbourne. She made no effort to interrupt them. She was absentmindedly polishing her guitar. As soon as Olivia was finished, she was going to go around campus with her to ask about Sammie. She wondered if she still had the photo. She peered into her case, which was littered with old music and a couple of broken picks. She found the photo she was looking for. She walked up to Olivia and Professor Kilbourne, intending to ask him if he knew who she was. "I'm sorry to interrupt this discussion, professor, but I was wondering if you could tell me who Sammie is?" she asked him, holding up the photo. He stared at it and his eyes widened to the point where she thought they would snap open.

"That's Samantha Jackson," he answered. "She was a wonderful violinist but took more interest in psychology than music."

"Was Samantha having problems with anyone, like someone bothering her?" asked Annie. Olivia looked a little bothered, like she was the one who should be asking these questions.

"She didn't have any trouble with anyone," said the professor, "and she had a boyfriend who followed her around like a puppy. He adored her, and from what I saw, she adored him also." He looked at her, "she disappeared one day, and we haven't heard from her since."

"Did you file a missing persons report?" asked Olivia.

"Yes, and they never found her," he said.

"How long ago was this?" asked Annie.

"Two years ago," replied Professor Kilbourne.

"What did this boyfriend look like?" asked Olivia.

"He was tall, short wavy brown hair, white skin, and he always wore a New York Jets baseball cap," he replied.

"Thanks, Professor," said Olivia, "you've been a big help." The professor walked away. Annie and Olivia looked at each other. "Well, now we know more about Sammie."

"And the man he described fits the profile of the man we saw at the hospital and the grocery store," said Annie. "Is that enough for an arrest?"

"Unfortunately, no," said Olivia. "We need to figure out what happened to Sammie first."

"I feel like I've just stepped into the middle of a horror film," said Annie, trembling somewhat.

"I know how you feel," said Olivia. A young man approached them with a package. "Can I help you?" asked Olivia, flashing her shield.

"I have a package for Annie Nelson," said the young man. Annie walked forward, signed the form and took it. She opened it right there. There was a note that was attached to the top. She opened that first. In blood, it read:

I saw you at the grocery store yesterday. Here's a little reminder of my love for you.

Scared stiff, she opened the package. She dumped out a human arm. She shook with fear looking at it. She knew it was Sammie's. "Olivia," called Annie.

"I see that," she said, "I'm calling Warner."

"Don't," ordered Annie, "just don't. Let's see where this goes." She turned to the young man. He looked like he was a freshman. "Who gave you this?"

"Some guy with short, wavy brown hair and a New York Jets baseball cap," he said, obviously freaked out.

"Thanks," said Olivia. She turned to Annie, "we should look for this guy." Annie reluctantly agreed. She placed the arm back in the box. She closed the box and walked on Olivia's heals. Olivia seemed at little agitated. In a way, it was almost like she was completely freaked out. Annie wanted to see if Olivia was alright.

"I shouldn't have gotten you involved," said Annie once again, "it's obvious you're scared."

"I'm fine," said Olivia, who was obviously trembling from head to foot.

"Don't lie to me, Olivia," said Annie, "at this point, I can tell. You're shaking." Annie grabbed Olivia's arm with her free hand. "Get off the case," she ordered, "let me have a different cop everyday to protect me. Take some time off."

"No!" screamed Olivia. "Look at me, Annie." Annie looked into Olivia's eyes. "I promised that I would protect you. I'm seeing this through. As long as you're safe, I'll be fine."

"You say that, but you're not," said Annie. She moved to hug Olivia. She leaned against Olivia, trying to figure out what happened. "You're not fine." Olivia placed her good hand over Annie's hair. She closed her eyes and the image of a man in a green and white cap cutting a corpse into pieces. Her eyes popped back open. She breathed heavily like she just had the worst nightmare of her entire life. She cringed and clutched Annie tighter. "This is scaring the hell out of me, too." Olivia left her eyes open because the image could not be erased from her mind.

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Olivia and Annie arrived back at Olivia's apartment. They found a large package waiting for them. Olivia opened the apartment door and Annie pushed the box inside. "Alright," said Olivia, "any guesses as to what might be in there?"

"Her entire lower body, by the looks and size of the package," said Annie.

"That would be my guess too," said Olivia. Annie got up to grab the box cutter from Olivia's now clean and organized desk. Olivia stared at the box, still seeing the man with the New York Jets cap torturing and slicing up that girl. She began to huff again. Annie came back. She took one look at Olivia, who looked like she was trying to breathe and save her own life. "Olivia," noticed Annie, "what is it? What's' wrong?" Olivia's eyes widened. She looked like she was having an asthma attack. "Olivia?" Olivia still looked past Annie. "Olivia!" Olivia turned her attention toward Annie.

"I see him," said Olivia, completely freaked out, "I see him torturing and cutting up Samantha Jackson."

"Jesus, Olivia," said Annie. "This is freaking the both of us out," she continued, grabbing Olivia's shoulders, "now, let's open the box to spare us the agony of having to find out sooner, rather than later." Olivia nodded, tears of fright running down her cheeks. Annie moved toward the box and opened it with the box cutter. Annie opened the lids of the box, and she shook a little more violently. There was the entire bottom half of a human being in that box. Almost the entire half. Who ever this guy is, he cut off her feet. There was another blood written note. This one read:

I'm getting impatient waiting for you. The next package will come tomorrow. I expect you to be waiting for it.

"Okay," said Olivia, "he's getting more and more weird by the day." Annie nodded in agreement.

"I'm going to go do some studying and practice," said Annie, "hopefully it'll take my mind off today."

"Okay," said Olivia, "what do you want for dinner?"

"I'm not hungry," said Annie.

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Annie fell asleep right away that night. She was right about one thing- doing homework and practicing took her mind off the whole thing. Olivia, however, was wide awake with the image of the boy in the baseball cap still penetrating her brain. She looked around with fear. Annie turned over. Olivia looked at her sleeping face. She wondered how a girl that was affected by so much during the day could sleep at all. She sat up and looked around. She shivered. The room was cold for some reason. She took one look at Annie, and Annie had goosebumps trailing down her arms and upper back (she decided to wear a tank top to bed). Olivia pulled the covers over her exposed skin and slid out of bed, trying to figure out why her room was so cold. She walked around. The thermostat said it was sixty-eight degrees in the room. What the hell? thought Olivia, is the thermostat broken?

She began to make her way towards her couch to pull a blanket over herself. She stared at the photos and notes that she and Annie collected. She was giving the notes a once over before she realized that they were the ones rendering her sleepless. She put them back down and looked over toward the box. She shivered just thinking of what was in there. She pulled the blanket tighter around herself. She began to wonder again about what was making her room so goddamn cold. She looked around assuming that it was the broken thermostat doing all of this.

A cold wind began to circulate around the room. She looked to her windows. They weren't open. She wondered about what was going on. She was more spooked by what was happening at that precise moment than at any other moment of the case. She thought about how scared Annie would be if she knew what was going on. She knew there couldn't be a spirit in the room. There had to be some sort of misunderstanding. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but she swore that there was nothing in her living room.

She began to realize that she was wrong. A woman materialized in front of her. She was a ghostly white, barely visible. She was a transparent ghost. She looked at Olivia. Olivia stared back with curiosity. The woman looked at her like she was waiting for Olivia to recognize her. Olivia didn't at first. There was a silver streak down the woman's face that looked like it could've been blood. She saw something that made her think of who the woman was right away. She was clutching a violin.

Sammie.

"Hello?" asked Olivia.

"Olivia," began the woman.

"Sammie?" asked Olivia.

"Save me, Olivia," said Sammie.

"Save you?" asked Olivia, not sure if she heard right.

"Save me, Olivia," she repeated before she disappeared. The words ran through Olivia's head.

Save me.