(Thanks to Lance-Dusk for the review! Allright, I'm ending this chapter on a nice little cligghanger for y'all. Did you know, they are making a so called "5nal destination?" It based on a suspension bridge collapse. Anywho, read on!)

The rain rushed down, drenching everyone who hadn't come with an umbrella. I was wearing a simple black dress, looking down at the floor. I was at the funeral of Harry Goldwater. It was a week after his death, in which everyone was finally allowed to go home. I was still a suspect, but as they had nothing the hold me on, the police let me go. As I looked around, I noticed that the other survivors were present. The other people who were next to die. Even James had decided to come, standing cross-armed in the rain, staring at the coffin as it was put into the ground.

The priest stood forward, his clean white clothes being protected by the umbrella being held above his head. "Tonight is a morose night for all. Harold Frederick Goldwater was a good man, a respected worker, a loved husband, and a loving father. Harold will be missed by many, mourned by many as we lay him to rest. Let us commend Harold Goldwater to the mercy of god. Let us say prayers in Harold's name. Our lord..."

I turned away, feeling tears in my eyes. Even though I hadn't known the man, I saved him, and then he died so soon after. T was sickening to think of the way he died, the supposed 'accident'. But I knew better. I felt someone clutch my hand, and I looked to see Tom, who was smiling despite his hair plastered to his face. He was wearing a clean and straight suit for once, actually looking rather handsome. I smiled at him and looked back to the coffin, which had been put into the ground.

"Do you want to go?" Tom murmured to me, just as someone walked up, the footsteps squelching in the mud.

"You're Rose Everdeen, aren't you?"

I looked up to see Katie Fraser, dressed in a long skirt and tight jacket. He figure was so thin it made me wince inside. I didn't hate anorexics, for that was what she was, I just felt awkward around them, scared I'd say the wrong thing. "Y-yes. Yes I am." I replied, bewildered what this woman could want.

"And you're the one that saved us from that crash, right?"

I nodded, afraid of saying anything.

Katie looked at me with bright eyes which shimmered with tears. "T-thanks. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. I realise it must be a dark time for you."

I nodded again, smiling at her thankfully. She smiled at me as well, and turned to give her condolences to Harry's family. I turned to Tom. "Let's go."

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After I had left, and Katie had talked briefly to the family, she left, going into her car and driving to her house. She quickly took off her jacket, and stared into the mirror, taking a few minutes to brush and dry her hair, as well as applying fresh new lipstick and eyeliner. She smiled to herself, and turned to the radio, switching on some soothing music.

Katie swayed as she moved around the room, shutting curtains and turning off lights. She went to the bathroom, the music still on from downstairs. Turned on the faucets, she knocked her elbow into an open bottle of bubble bath, knocking it to the floor. Katie cursed, picking it up before the liquid ran out, but a puddle lay there, unbeknownst to Katie.

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"What now?" Tom asked, propping his laptop on his lap as he sat on my sofa. I had invited him to my house, and we were both, not eager, but wanting to discuss the turn of events. We didn't have time straight after Harry's death, as I yet again had to talk to the police. They eventually ruled it as an accident caused by faulty machinery.

"I find to make a list. Something we can refer to if we need to." I directed Tom, and eventually we had a list up on 'Word'.

1) Harry – Deceased

2) Katie– Next

3) James White

4) Freya

5) Lucy

6/7) Tom/ Me

?) Vincent – Unknown.

I surveyed the list, staring into Katie's name. "We have to find her."

"At this time of night?" Tom questioned. "I'm sorry, but we have to get some sleep. Katie will be alright for now, trust me. She isn't going to die anytime soon."

I took in his reassuring words and smiled at him, actually finding my eyelids drooping. I leaned back into the sofa, when a phrase appeared in my head. Number 18, West Street. I shot up, suddenly awake and alert.

"What's wrong?" Tom asked, worried.

I didn't reply and turned to the laptop screen. A pop-up had come up, and read: Win the Lottery today! Win £180, A state of the art bathtub, or even a new ebony bookcase!

I took in a deep breath, standing up and swirling around, staring at the TV which suddenly turned itself on. It showed some sort of cartoon character pushing a vat of goo on the floor, before comically slipping on it.

Tom stood up and grabbed by shoulders. "What's wrong?" he repeated.

Again, I ignored him, staring at my window, which was wide open. The lessening rain dripped onto my table, and it slid across.

"We have to go!" I cried out, instantly knowing where Katie lived. It was a few streets down from me, coincidentally.

"Wait, what?" Tom asked, as I grabbed his arm and pulled him along.

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Katie relaxed into the bath, letting the suds engulf her chest and tickle her chin. She let out a groan of pleasure and kicked her feet up, letting water splash up the wall. She just loved trying to see if the patterns showed anything remotely interesting. The alarm suddenly went off next to her, causing her to jump. Was it really half an hour since she got in?

She shook her head and pulled the plug, getting up and standing for a moment, letting the water drip off of her. Closing her eyes contentedly, suddenly slipping. She shrieked, but caught her balance, breathing heavily. "I'll clean that later." She muttered to herself as she looked down at the puddle of liquid, which was over her foot now.

Katie wiped it off with a towel, before frying herself on and tying on her dressing gown. She picked her hairdryer up and started to dry her hair, absentmindly stepping back as she let the hot draft cover her hair.

Her bare foot hit the puddle again, and this time she completely fell backwards, her head hitting the bathtub side. The hairdryer was flung from her hands and went over her head, wrapping around her throat. She gasped, or tried to, and realised the her breath was being constricted. Katie tried to pick herself up, but her foot slipped again, tightening the hairdryer which had now hit the swirling water and had blocked the plughole. Sparks started to spit.

She scrambled her fingers against the wire, but it was just too tight. She felt herself losing energy, but she tried again and again to her the wire off of her neck.