"Will you slow down, you're going to kill us both," Maybelle complained of Velma's driving

"Will you slow down, you're going to kill us both," Maybelle complained of Velma's driving. She was making perfect sense to complain, considering the fact that Velma was driving 65mph in a 15mph zone.

She turned the car sharply to the curb, half of her car driving up onto a sidewalk. She frantically got out of the car and raced to the apartment building she was 'parked' in front of. She began to bang on the door.

"You know, no one likes it when you bang on their door at one in the morning, Velma. I know this from personal experience,"

Corny Collins opened the door. "What's going on?" he asked, looking from face to face.

"Get your studio key and get in the car now. I'll explain later," Velma turned away from the show host and stamped back to her car.

"Velma's a little paranoid right now. It's best to just shut up and do what she says," Maybelle said, smiling as if it were a joke. Nevertheless, Corny did as he was told.

Once they were both in the car, Velma continued her hasty, high-speed driving. The car jerked as it fell off of the curb. In the pause it took for Velma to switch gears from reverse to drive, Maybelle turned to Corny and commented, "Paranoid."

"Okay, so when I was Amber's age you know how I used to win pageants, right?"

Corny and Maybelle both repeated the line they had heard Velma say many times before in monotone voices, "But I screwed the judges,"

"Well one of them liked it too much and became my stalker. Tonight is when he was killed and I still have nightmares of it," she paused, the nightmares flashing before her eyes. "You know the kids' gym teacher? Mosher?" Corny and Maybelle nodded. "Well she was the stepdaughter of my stalker. She promised him that she would get me and now I just know she is after Amber, causing a domino effect: She has to kill of the rest of the council first to get to Amber so that she can get to me." There was an awkward pause as Corny and Maybelle processed the story they had just been told. "That means Seaweed, Inez, and Brenda are most likely dead or on the verge of becoming dead," she listed the people that they cared about the most to get the point into their heads.

Oh, God, Tammy. Tears filled Velma's eyes. She knew that if Mosher would kill anyone first, it would be Tammy. "If he couldn't have your heart, then neither can she," she could imagine Mosher's voice telling her in her head.

Amber breathed heavily. "Shelly," she whispered so that only the redhead next to her could hear. Shelly hummed in confusion. "Is this going to turn out like Donna?"

Shelly tightened her grip on Amber's hand. "No," she answered in a comforting voice. But deep down, Shelly suspected the same. She swallowed hard.

"Look, Penny, I have to go find Inez, okay? You know my mom would kill me if anything happened to her," Seaweed asked Penny for permission. Penny's eyes were filled with worry. "Don't worry, I'll come back,"

Penny tightened her grip on her boyfriend's arm. "Please don't,"

"Look," he looked deep into her eyes and held her hand tight. "If I'm not back in three minutes, you can come looking for me, okay?"

Penny nodded. "Please be careful, I love you so much," he kissed her before taking his flashlight and continuing on into the dark with nothing but a flashlight, like Vicki did before.

"Inez!" He called. "Inez!" He looked into his mother's office. "Inez, you could have fallen asleep out there," he assumed; she usually doesn't stay up this late and his flashlight never shone on her head, so he never saw the blood. He turned off the flashlight; obviously, there was nothing to worry about and he could see fairly well in the dark. "Hey, everyone's worried about you out there," he said as he bent down. "Hey," he shook her shoulder. Her head tossed around a little as if she were a rag-doll. He repulsed back after he felt something sticky on his sister's shoulder. He clicked on his flashlight and shinned it on his hands. Blood. "Oh, God, Inez?" He asked, his voice shaky with tears that flooded his throat. "Inez, I'm sorry," he cried into the lifeless girl's shoulder. "I'm so sorry,"

"Don't worry about it." He turned around sharply as he heard the voice behind him. "A dumb ass like you wouldn't have been able to figure out a way to save her," Seaweed stood up, his fist clenched tight, ready to attack who he knew for certain was his sister's killer. Mosher laughed quietly to herself. "Special Ed," she teased in a calm,

high-pitched tone.

He lunged at her. She dove to the side, swinging her arms into his torso. Seaweed fell forward immediately. The boy had died by a knife to the chest. "Ha, ha, Special Ed!" she teased again in a softer voice. She kicked the body and took out the knife.