"O My god, Randy", Sid said scratching her head. Dewey and Gale also looked puzzled. "How are you still alive?" "Right after the stabbing in the van I layed there unconscious. When I finally awoke the paramedics were driving me to the hospital. My condition kept getting better and better. I had many blood donors. The killer just never hit the right spot", Randy said trying to make a joke to lighten up the situation. No one laughed. Julie, Carla, and Ray had never heard this story either. "When I fully recovered I came to South Port with my family. When I heard about the murders on the set of Stab 3, I knew they were directly related to you. So I sent my sister to give you the tape I made. I couldn't let the killer know I was alive, so I told no one about what happened and told no one that I was still alive besides my family." "Randy, we all thought you were dead!" "Killers can't kill what's already dead, right?", Randy said. Silence fell across the room. It was such an akward situation. Randy being still alive and the rest finally hearing the real story behind him. "Sid i'll see you later", said Julie. As she walked out of the room Ray and Carla followed. "What happened to my car?", Sid said. "Your cars back at the hotel", Dewey said softly.
Sidney was finally ready to leave the hospital. Dewey drove her home. When they got back to the hotel, Sidney began to pack her stuff. "What are you doing?", Gale yelled out from a balcony on the second floor. "I'm leaving!" She popped the trunk and there was what looked like a rough copy of a book. "Gale come get your book!" "Don't touch that!" Gale ran down the stairs and met up with Sidney at her car. Sidney was standing there with an angry look upon her face. Her hands were crossed and in her left hand was the book. "I thought you were done with this kind of reporting!", Sidney said angrly. It was a rough draft of the events that took place during the third murderous event. " I wrote this because I need more money." "Gale I thought you understood that my life doesn't need to be shared by the world! I thought you respected my privacy. You haven't changed a bit." Sidney threw her stuff in the trunk and drove off towards home. Gale stood in the dust left by the little bug.
Later that evening Gale sat down and began to read the book. She flipped through the pages and began to read the part where they first arrived at Milton's residency. She went through the whole event. She kept reading til the end. She looked at the book a look of shock came upon her face. The end of the book was rewritten. "As the ambulance pulled away from the house, I stood there the only one left in the house. The stentch of corn syrup consumed me. My death was stagged........." The last dots of the book were in red. The dots were dabbed with corn syrup.
Sidney was finally ready to leave the hospital. Dewey drove her home. When they got back to the hotel, Sidney began to pack her stuff. "What are you doing?", Gale yelled out from a balcony on the second floor. "I'm leaving!" She popped the trunk and there was what looked like a rough copy of a book. "Gale come get your book!" "Don't touch that!" Gale ran down the stairs and met up with Sidney at her car. Sidney was standing there with an angry look upon her face. Her hands were crossed and in her left hand was the book. "I thought you were done with this kind of reporting!", Sidney said angrly. It was a rough draft of the events that took place during the third murderous event. " I wrote this because I need more money." "Gale I thought you understood that my life doesn't need to be shared by the world! I thought you respected my privacy. You haven't changed a bit." Sidney threw her stuff in the trunk and drove off towards home. Gale stood in the dust left by the little bug.
Later that evening Gale sat down and began to read the book. She flipped through the pages and began to read the part where they first arrived at Milton's residency. She went through the whole event. She kept reading til the end. She looked at the book a look of shock came upon her face. The end of the book was rewritten. "As the ambulance pulled away from the house, I stood there the only one left in the house. The stentch of corn syrup consumed me. My death was stagged........." The last dots of the book were in red. The dots were dabbed with corn syrup.