Kit walked up and down like a caged animal, hardly taking her eyes off the clock. Quentin had called her half an hour ago and told her he was coming soon. He had barely told her anything about what had happened the last few hours. Kit could only sense how nervous he was. Something had to happen that had put him in that state. It was sure something went wrong again.

She glanced at Christian. He was still not conscious, but she somehow felt that his fever had gone down. At least his forehead wasn't covered with sweat and his face had a bit more colour.

She turned around when the door opened and Quentin came in.

"Na finally!" Kit rolled her eyes, "what took you so long? I've almost sent a search party after you!"

Quentin took his Carver mask off, threw it in the corner of the room, then took his gloves off too, "that damn little cow!" He said. He took his knife out his dark coat, with which he murdered Alicia and threw it onto the table in a slipshod fashion.

Kit's eyes widened as she saw the blood stained knife, "what have you done?" She asked grief stricken.

Quentin shrugged, "she wasn't very cooperative," he answered nonchalantly, "she had to die for it."

"Where is Kimber?" Kit asked agitatedly. She didn't dare to ask the question. She hoped she wasn't the one Quentin talked about. She realised in the meantime that Quentin was cold blooded enough to kill anyone who was in his way.

"Your beloved Kimber is safe," he said snidely, "she thinks she's clever, but I'll find her even if it's the last thing I do!" He took the knife from the table and smashed it into a wooden plate, "nobody is playing with me! If we play a game, I make the rules up and I can't stand it at all if someone's playing tricks on me."

Kit took a few steps instinctively back. Quentin scared her. She saw his stubborn, ice cold eyes when he was talking about Kimber. She asked herself if he would keep his promise or he was only thinking about ways to kill her. She pointed towards Christian with her head, "I think he is a bit better," she said to change the subject.

"Oh good," Quentin left the knife alone and bent over Christian, "a dead body a day is really enough," he rubbed his hands grinning, "then everything is going according to plan."

"You know where Kimber is then?"

Quentin took a small piece of paper out of his coat, "let's say I have some clue," he said grinning.

Kit took the little piece of paper into her hands, "that is Sean McNamara's address," she said amazed, "where do you have this from?"

"I found it in the apartment Kimber and her friend stayed," he took an irritating pause, "really sad for the beautiful girl. She didn't need to die."

"You'll manage to set the police on us!" Kit said indignantly.

Quentin shrugged, "as soon as we are finished here, we go back to Spain. We start a completely new life there and assume new identities."

Kit nodded. It wasn't the first time she doubted the success of his plans, but she feasibly held herself back as to not anger him. Too many people had to die already. And although she and Quentin had worked together as a team for years and blood was generally known to be thicker than water, it started to get clear for her that Quentin wouldn't hesitate to kill her too if that appeared to be necessary.

"What are you thinking about?" Quentin asked scrunching his forehead. He didn't miss Kit's worried expression.

"I asked myself if the police is already after us," she said sighing.

Quentin shook his head, "hardly anybody sets foot into this wasteland. The building of the factory has been staying empty for years, ever since some fire damaging it partly, and the train station has also not been used for ages. Some trains do cross here, but none of them stops," he started grinning all of a sudden, "the ideal hiding place, so it is. Who would find us here?"

"So you think Sean took her with him?" Kit picked up the thread again.

Quentin nodded, "yes, it's quite obvious," he shrugged, "where else could she have gone?"

"You're right," Kit acknowledged, "there aren't too many possibilities," she smiled deviously, "then I can suppose that you will visit the McNamaras' some time over the next few days, won't you?"

Quentin smiled mysteriously, "didn't I just say that I set the rules."

They both got distracted by a sudden noise close by.

"I think he is coming to!" Kit rushed over to Christian, who was throwing his head back and forth and muttered something quietly.

"Can you understand what he's saying?"

Kit shook her head, "no, it's gibberish. You think he's hallucinating?"

Quentin put his hand on Christian's forehead, "one thing is for sure anyway. His fever is down. The antibiotics did what they were meant to do."

Kit sighed relieved. Not that she especially liked Christian and was concerned much about whether he lived or died, but the thought of being together with a corpse in the same room made her less comfortable.

Quentin bent over Christian, "hey, you sleepyhead, can you hear me?" He turned to Kit as Christian didn't react, "hand the water bottle over!" He demanded.

She followed his orders irritated, "what do you want to do?" She asked unsurely.

"I think a little cold shower will make him all better," Quentin took the bottle and emptied it over Christian's head.

Christian fell the stream of ice cold water hitting his face and he was awake all of a sudden. He lifted his hand and tossed the object that somebody held over him away. The water bottle took a high flight through the air and landed on the floor.

"Hello Christian! Welcome to the land of the living!" Quentin greeted him grinning.

Christian blinked, "Quen...tin..." He said then with difficulty.

Quentin nodded, "I can see you didn't forget me," he laughed and turned towards Kit, "there's somebody here who would also like to say hello."

Christian froze with horror. A terrible thought has suddenly crossed his mind. What if Quentin kidnapped Kimber again to continue with his work on her. He remembered again in the blink of an eye how Quentin made him write down the words "beauty is a curse on the world." And he had held Kimber's engagement ring in his hand. Christian felt his stomach tightening painfully. He thought Quentin capable of anything. Even sending Kimber the engagement ring together with the text. And he could vividly imagine her reaction to it. He closed his eyes wryly. Will this nightmare ever end? He turned his head hesitantly in the direction Quentin nodded and willed himself to open his eyes again, "Kit..." He said then relieved.