Elle stared down in horror as X suddenly went limp and collapsed onto the bed, his eyes rolled back in his head staring blankly up at the ceiling. She couldn't believe that she had actually killed him. She had wanted to kill him when she saw that she was naked, when she thought about what he had done to her, but somehow she hadn't imagined this, his body lying there so lifeless. Now what was she going to do? The wave of anger that had led her to do this was gone now, leaving her totally bewildered.
Elle's hands shook as she fumbled in the luggage for a communicator. She didn't even realize whose bags she was searching. She frantically pulled out clothes and other items, tossing them aside until she found the communicator. She picked it up and frantically hit a button. Kay would help her. Kay would come and fix this.
"Kay?" she whispered when his face appeared in the communicator screeen. She was crying with tears pouring down her cheeks. Why in the world was she crying?
"Elle?" Kay said when he saw her. What in the world was she doing calling him in tears from her honeymoon? Suddenly he had an awful thought. What if X had done something to hurt her? "Elle, did X...."
"He's dead," Elle whispered, her voice choking on the last word. "I killed him. Kay, I need you! He's laying right there on the bed and.... What am I going to do?!"
Just then Elle noticed something on the bedside table. She reached out with shaking fingers and picked up the book, the first aid book that was turned to the section on fainting. "No!!" she moaned as collapsed to the ground, the communicator dropping from her fingers and being cut off when it hit the floor. X had been trying to help her! He had been trying to help her and now she had killed him!