"I assume you're looking for prophecy girl. I'm sorry. Because the most likely scenario here is that you won't find her. Ever. That's got a lot to do with your imminent deaths."
He took a moment to bite on his finger, with that evil smile still lurking about him.
"You see, this was her house. For about 3 days. And that's partly my fault: I mean, come on! It took me three days to notice that prophecy girl was on my turf? I thought I was getting wreckless. The plan was, of course, to rig this building with C4,and as soon as you entered, blow the place to bits. But Sydney: you don't mind if I call her that, do you? Sydney likes games. Her whole running away was meant to be a game: a "Catch me if you can," sort of deal. So I'll play a game on you: This VCR is hooked up to the entire house. And with this specially altered tape, I can make the lights go off."
A click signified the light going off, and darkness ensued.
"Or I could, I don't know," he said with a shrug. "Lock the doors? Bar the windows?" In perfect concordance with his speech, the door shut, and bars slammed down on the window.
"But most fun of all, I can blow you to smithereens."