Molly was quiet for the next week. She only came out of the back room to walk around a little, then she'd go back in. Johnny would sometimes walk in on her about to commit suicide. He thought it was a little silly to do that over a baby.

Then again, it was tragic. Johnny actually felt as if he cared about the miscarriage and Molly and Rikki and everything that has happened in the past month. He felt so strange. So... human. That he hated the most about the situation. He just wishes that he never met Molly in the first place.

He wished that she wasn't nice, that she wasn't innocent. He wished that she would've made fun of him like everyone else. That way she'd be dead, and none of this would've ever happened.

But if I never met her the world would be gone, Johnny reasoned. Who cares? You still wouldn't have to deal with this. He sighs. Nothing really made sense anymore.

Molly finally came out of the back room. She was a mess. Her hair was everywhere and her face was pale and sickly. She wondered around before coming over and sitting on the couch next to Johnny, he was holding Rikki.

He tilted his head, "Are you alright?"

"I-I'm fine... Just a little... Out of it..." She said, looking at the ground.

He sighed and put Rikki in her arms, "You know, there's still Rikki..." He tried to sound compassionate.

"I guess..." She said, taking him in her arms and smiling slightly, "Thanks for being so supportive Nny." She sighed happily.

"I had to. What happened involved me..." He shuttered.

He thought a little about the night that... Brought that child on them. Why can't I remember... He thought.

He thought about it. He remembered lying there and looking at the ceiling, then getting the feeling he was being watched. Then it went black.

He sighed, "We're running out of food and this kid eats like a desperate hobo." he picked Rikki up, "I think that if you go out and get some air it would cheer you up." He didn't mean that. He just wanted to stay inside, "Get some food, okay?"

Molly stood up and headed to the bathroom, "Alright I'll brush my hair and then I'll go."

He sighed with relief, at least she feels well enough to go outside... He thought, that means I don't have to do it...

She walked out of the bathroom. She looked better, "I need some money."

"Okay." He walked into the basement, Rikki still in his arms, and grabbed some bloodstained bills.

"You don't think you should've taken the money BEFORE killing them?"

"Didn't really think of it." He shrugged.

She rolled her eyes and put on a smile, "Sure." She took the cash and walked out saying, "Good-bye."

Johnny smiled himself. Things felt, somehow, better.

He looked at Rikki.

He's not going to be like the others... He's going to be like me and Molly. Sensible people...

"And if not, I'll kill him." He laughed to himself.

He sat with Rikki waiting for Molly to return. He soon became irritated with her. The sun started to go down.

"Where is she?" He asked himself.

An hour later, when it was dark out, the phone rang.

"A phone call?"

He sat Rikki on the couch and walked to the phone. He picked it up off the receiver, "Hello? Yeah I know her..." His face turned to worried anger, "WHAT! No! This... yeah... I-I'll be down in a bit..." The anger went away, "Thanks for telling me..." He hung up the phone and got Rikki.

He walked out into the cold night and got into his beaten up car. He headed to the scene.

"This isn't real." He sighed, "I'm having a nightmare. I'm asleep. Sleep." He had a feeling like stone where his heart should be, "Sleep... Like I sleep!"