"Ummmm, why am I here again?" Chris looked all around. He and Kitty were at her lakeside summer home.

"Well" said Kitty, "when everyone else left, me and you were the last ones there. I just… I was a little nervous and I wanted someone to be with. Is that ok?"

"Kitty… this isn't right. We had our chance, but I'm with Kim now. I'm… I'm not going to do this again. I ruined one relationship for you, but not again."

Kitty looked around. "Chris, we're all alone. No one can see us here. Look around, do you see anyone that could tell on us?"

Chris glanced around. "What is this, a fishing hut?"

"Ya think?" She smiled sarcastically at him and continued. "That's why all of the fishing hooks are all over the place. We use 'em all the time, so they're pretty old and worn. We've got a canoe, fishing rods, lines, the whole works."

Chris looked up, and saw the canoe tied to the ceiling with an old moldy rope. "Are you sure that this place is safe?" He gulped and started thinking of that afternoon. Who would have thought that that girl would die like that? He glanced at the canoe again and said, "Ummm… Kitty, I'm going to go get my shoes and coat."

Her face fell. "Why? Trust me, no one knows we're here, and there's no phone within two miles!"

"That's what I'm afraid of. Don't tempt me Kitty. I don't want to do this again. Got it?" He had an almost maniacal look in his eye. "Well? Got it!?"

Finally she backed down. "Kay." She put her head down and closed her eyes.

He walked past her to go get his things, and her eyes flicked open. She leaned up, and kissed him. His eyes opened wide in anger. For a second. Then he closed them and embraced her, letting go of all his thoughts and fears, and…nut then a muffled jingle was heard.

They jerked apart. He looked around wildly. "What was that?"

She put her hand in her pocket. And took out her cell phone. "Sorry. Phone call." She looked. "Damn…" Simultaneously flicking the phone open and putting it at her ear, she said, "Hello? Oh… hey Ty. Yes, Chris is with me. Sure, we'll be there in an hour. Yes Ty, an hour. Fine, we'll see you then."

She hung up and looked at Chris. He had his hand over his mouth and was breathing heavily. "Don't ever, do that again."

Kitty's eyes grew soft. "Chris…we belong together. You know you enjoyed that."

"Whatever…" He looked confused and walked past her. She slid to the floor, sighing and putting her head in her hands. Suddenly, he stopped and listened for a second. "Did you hear that?"

She looked up. "Hear what?"

He stood stock still. "It sounded like ripping…"

"What?"

"Never mind." He took another step when…

…the string holding up the canoe finally split all the way. The canoe came flying down toward Chris and he still hadn't even noticed it.

"Chris!' Kitty yelled, eyes bulging out of her head. She leaped up as Chris turned and saw the canoe heading toward him. She ran over to tackle him, but tripped and her cell phone flew out of her pocket. Chris took a step back, and his foot hit the cell phone, causing him to fall backwards. Now, instead of hitting him in the chest, the canoe nailed him in the head, sending him flying backwards into the wall.

"Ooof." His head slammed into the wall, and he started succumbing to the darkness. His vision swam, and the last thing he saw was Kitty standing over him. A thin stream of blood trickled from the back of his head, and started collecting into a puddle.

Kitty's eyes were glued to the red puddle slowly forming around Chris's head. "Chris?"

Her jaw was shaking with fear and her voice wavered as she said, "Chris? You there?" Thoughts ran through her mind. Oh my God, is he dead? Did I kill him? What'll I do? Is he dead?

She backed away slowly, shaking her head. "This is all a dream. It's just, a dream. I'm going to wake up in a second, and everything will be fine. Ok, wake up Kitty, wake up!"

She bumped into the door. It felt pretty real to her.

"Oh my God, this is really happening…" Her eyes finally couldn't hold all the tears, and as she burst out sobbing. Throwing open the front door, she ran out to her car, forgetting that she had no phone, and no one knew where she was. Back in the cabin, her cell phone rang. "I'm right behind you…Here I come…Let me remind you…you're on the run. My name is death…" No one, answered.