The morgue was yet again filled with Michael's presence. The morticians were so unsure about him that they checked his vital signs over and over again. As soon as they were sure he was dead they started working on him. When they went to make the first insertion with the scalpel he tightened his fists. He sat up choking the mortician who had the scalpel. The other screamed and ran out of the room. With his great strength he waved the mortician around knocking over the table with the extracted bullets on it.
In her room Jamie started screaming and screaming. Dr.Loomis whipped open the door and ran over to Jamie. Rachael and her father followed. "Jamie." Dr.Loomis said as he was shaking her. "Stop that …don't shake her she's already frightened enough." Rachael persisted. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhh! No!!!! No!!!" Jamie screamed. Dr.Loomis backed off slowly because he had just realized what happened. Jamie's uncle hugged her a few moments later Jamie calmed down. A couple of nurses came in with a sedative but they could see that it was no longer necessary. "Did she have a fit or something?" one of the nurses said. Dr. Loomis now against the wall said in a docile tone. "He's back…. he has killed again." Jamie started to sob.
The night descended like rain. Michael Finally had walked out of the morgue. He had killed every one in there. He wore a sergeants outfit. He was unobserved by most people. He was silent as always and discreet. His mind never changed. 'Kill her.' That was all he thought about.