Harvey slams the door closed, locking it.

"Oh God," Donna exclaims, covering her mouth.

He turns to her wide eyes that are filled with tears, foam still bubbling from Katrina's rigid lips, and he tugs Donna's elbow, pulling her against his chest. "You're safe with me, I promise."

She leans into his embrace. Even if he is the killer, she knows he would never harm her. "I thought you didn't do the comfort thing?"

"Extenuating circumstances."

Nodding, she justifies his excuse and the situation they're in. He can't even remember his own phone number, let alone orchestrate all this chaos and bloodshed. So, she trusts him to make the next move. "What do we do now?"

"We build one hell of a safe room until the others get back." He grabs her hand, pulling her towards the stairs.

"Wait." She questions the wisdom in going up a level. "You and Mike said there are rules. Isn't this one of them?"

"Usually, yes."

Never going into a basement or upstairs is the fundamental law of horror movies. But, if everywhere on ground level is booby-trapped, they're screwed if they do, fucked if they don't. "Louis, Samantha, Alex, and Katrina... All their bodies are down here. We checked upstairs earlier, it was safe."

"Good point."

The killer wouldn't have had time to rig any more traps, and she lets go of his hand, racing up the stairs.

In a rush to follow her, he trips over the first step, cursing at her flawless coordination in stilettos. "Donna, wait!"

He loses sight of her and picks himself up, sparing a quick few seconds to blindly fix his hair.

Then his feet pick up the pace, the landing creaking beneath his shoes as he looks around.

"Donna?"

Ahead of him is a dark stretch of hallway, no sign of her, and he keeps his feet rooted in the light.

Fuck.

Shit.

Fuck.

Taking one step would be a mistake. If anyone here has the cunning intelligence to murder a group of people and get away with it, his money should be on Donna.

But, she's different.

Even if she may very well be the literal death of him, he steps forward, ready to accept his fate.

…

"What was that?" Rachel jumps, curling into Mike's chest as his arms tighten around her.

Having read a Survivalist Guide to the End of the World when he was thirteen, he outsmarted every tripwire and lure, managing to keep them safe. But when the rustling grows nearer, he tenses, pushing Rachel behind him.

BOOF!

An angry grey rabbit jumps out, its wide eyes curious as it sniffs the air, stomping its foot, repeatedly, like an asshole.

Mike smirks. "Look, Harvey found us."

The shrubbery rustles again, a small ginger nose peeking out before the ball of fur rushes to calm its mate. Rachel grins. "So did Donna-bunny."

Watching the fluffy pair cuddle is a moment's reprieve, but Mike cuts the interaction short.

The bunnies will have to fend for themselves.

"As cute as this is, we need to keep going and circle back."

Knowing he's right, she waves goodbye to their little furry friends. They've been traipsing around for God knows how long, and the real Donna and Harvey could be in trouble.

"Shit."

The rabbits scamper at Mike's curse, and Rachel follows his eyeline up to smoke billowing from the property they escaped.

Someone is destroying all evidence they were here.

And time is running out.