Kinsey was still waiting diligently by the phone on the wall, phone ready in hand, when she looked out into the hallway and saw a figure approaching in the dark.

She quickly pulled herself back in and waited til the figure came closer and eventually entered the room, at which point, she struck him good and hard with the phone in her panic.

"Ow!" Billy cried out, groaning as he held his aching head. "Did you just hit me with a phone?"

"Oh, god, I'm so sorry!" Kinsey blurted out. "I-I I thought you were- "

"Thought I was what?" He demanded. His voice, shifting from its initial irritation to a more, greater concern when he looked past her and noticed the empty bed. "Where's Sam?"

"Sh- she left to go find your husband." She explained anxiously. "He said he left his phone in the cafeteria and left to go get it, and we haven't seen him since."

"Well, how long has it been?"

"I don't know." She whimpered. "We both fell asleep, but probably at least an hour or so." She placed a hand to her chest as she tried to calm herself back down a little. "...and to answer your other question, I hit you with the phone because I thought you were the killer. He called Sam, just a little while before you got here."

Billy's eyes widened at that as he rushed further into the room, scoping out her bed area.

"Do you know if she took the buck knife?"

"That was literally the first thing she did." Kinsey recalled. "She took that one, and probably another one of her pocket knives…..and left me with this one."

She flipped it open to show him.

He nodded. "You know how to use that?"

Kinsey scoffed. "Well, I've never stabbed anyone before, if that's what you mean!"

Billy rolled his eyes. "Well, that might have to change, so be ready to!"

Kinsey nodded nervously.

"Good girl." He sighed, looking curiously as he did a double take, when he saw that the IV pole was still there. He then, looked back at Kinsey.

"She said she wasn't about to be some dumb bitch in a horror movie that rips the IV out of her arm, before she left." She let slip an amused chuckle at the thought.

"That's because I taught her well." He boasted, heading back towards the door, with Kinsey following closely behind him.

He took his own buck knife out of his pocket as he opened the door, quickly turning back to Kinsey. "You keep that knife ready and you stay behind me. GOT IT?!"

She nodded nervously.

He nodded back, then nodded towards the door, as he led her out into the hallway.

Meanwhile, Sam was already down another hallway, when the killer called her again.

"Alright, you little shit, I did what you said. Are you going to tell me where you are now?"

The voice on the other end laughed heartily, in amusement.

"Very well then….we're in your apartment."

"And would this be you and your little friend? Or you and my dad?" She demanded.

"What do you think?" The voice chuckled. "I had to have someone stay back at the hospital to keep an eye on you, now didn't I?"

"Smart thinking." She admitted, trying to sound calm. "So, how'd you get in?"

"Ohh, you needn't worry yourself with that." The voice pointed out. "What you need to be concerning yourself with is getting your ass over here, before I make sure to get all the organs your other father missed when they were trying to get away with their shi- "

"I'll be there in thirty." She interrupted, mid sentence.

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She stormed off further down the hall, pulling up Seth's contact on her phone to call him for a ride,

"Come on, come on, come on, Seth!" She muttered under her breath. "Pick up the fucking phone!"

It was on the second attempt that she got him to pick up.

"Fucking finally." She muttered under her breath.

"Yeah, my bad." He yawned, groggily. "What's up?

"Seth, I need a ride, like now! It's an emergency!"

"Wait, what? I thought they weren't letting you out of there til- "

"Seth, the last thing I can or even want to do is explain this all right now. Just get over here and I'll explain everything when you do!"

"Alright, alright. I'm going! Sheesh." He muttered, rubbing some sleep out of his eyes and not even really bothering to get dressed before slipping into his slippers. "I'll be there as soon as I- "

But Sam had already hung up.

"So, let me get this straight…" Seth began, as he was driving out of the parking garage with her. "...this guy calls you in the dead of night, says he's in your apartment and that he has your dad, so you decide to go meet him there, alone, and hope for the best?"

"Jesus, give me a little credit, here." She sighed. "First of all, I'm not alone, am I? I've got you, don't I? Plus, I've gotta call Kinsey and my other dad next, let 'em know where I am."

She took out her phone again, but stopped, mid pulling up Kinsey's contact. "Oh, shit! Where's Asami?! She's not in that apartment, is she?!"

"Now that, you can relax about. Cory apparently gave Mandy one of your apartment keys, so that she could go in and bring Asami back to her place to watch her, til you came home. She figured you'd be cool with that."

"That is a- " She sighed, about to say relief, til the realization hit her. "She has an apartment key!"

"Yeah…..that's literally what I just s- "

She smacked him, hard on the shoulder. "YOU IDIOT! The killer had a way into my apartment too!"

Seth's eyes widened. "You think it could be her?

"I think there are very few people I am ruling out." She sighed, going back to pulling up Kinsey's contact.

Meanwhile, back at the hospital, Billy and Kinsey had moved onto another hallway, themselves, and were checking every unused room and closet they could find, while also trying to stay out of the eye of any night shift doctors or nurses that would pass them by.

"They make it look so fucking easy in the movies." Billy muttered impatiently under his breath.

They both jumped at the sound of Kinsey's phone ringing.

"Quick, hand it to me." He requested. "..whatever name it says, it could be one of the killers."

"How do you know there are two this time?"

"And how do you know I meant two?" He raised, not answering the question.

"Not making yourself look like any less of a suspect." She pointed out, interrupting again, when she saw the look he was giving her. "What? Everybody's a suspect, except the one who already was a killer?"

"Fine, you answer it then." He scoffed.

"No, no. Go ahead." She handed him the phone that was already ringing again. "By all means."

He rolled his eyes and practically snatched it to answer it.

"Kins?" She asked.

"Sam." Billy replied, in his relief, before muttering under his breath. "Thank fuck. Are you hurt? Where are you?" His voice returned to its normal, albeit concerned, tone.

"I'm fine, where is Kinsey?"

"She's fine." He reassured. "I wanted to make sure it wasn't the killer before I let her answer."

"And?"

"And, what?" Billy chuckled. "You're not the killer.

Sam rolled her eyes. "I was gonna ask if either of the killers had called you guys."

He turned to Kinsey with a smirk. "Should I ask her how she knows there's more than one killer?"

"Dad, please stop harassing my girlfriend."

"I am not harassing her. I was making a point from earlier." He sighed."you never told us where you are, by the way."

"Alright, Dad, don't freak out…"

This only heightened his concern. "About what? What did you do?"

"It's more like, what will I do?" She corrected. "The killer said he's at the apartment and he has Dad, so I got Seth to drive me over."

"HE HAS- " He blurted out. "Sam, why the hell didn't you START with that."

"Gee, I don't know, dad. Maybe you're not the only one who's concerned about him. Forgive me for behaving a little irrational!"

"That's not what I- " Billy started to say. He sighed. "Nevermind. "Do you at least have the- "

"Yes, Dad, I have the Buck knife."

"Thank you. Billy sighed. "Like I said earlier, it's just a- "

"...a precaution." She finished for him. "I know, Dad.

"I know you do." He sighed. "Alright, I'm heading over there too. If he calls you again, try to keep him on the phone til I get there."

"Why? Would that have worked if someone had tried that when you and Dad were doing this shit?"

"The truth?"

"No, I'd rather you go back to lying to me, like you did for the first eighteen years of my life."

He sighed. "Well, to answer your question, probably not, but I'm also banking on these new killers being different people than your dad and I are, plus Kinsey already mentioned how he was taunting you on the phone, so it's pretty clear that it's not just the kill he's after."

"Touché." She sighed. "Anyway, in whatever case, this isn't exactly my first rodeo here, you know."

"Better than anyone." He chuckled. Smirking to himself with pride, in recalling what his daughter was capable of.

Kinsey shot him a glare for it that he just brushed off.

"By the way, before I go, I'm not so sure it even is a he."

This piqued Billy's curiosity again. "What makes you say that?"

"Well, the killer wouldn't say, but they acted as if it were no big deal getting into my apartment, implying they could've had easy access to it."

"Well, I mean, it wouldn't exactly be the first time that little friend of yours left a door unlocked.."

"Hey, that happened two times!" Seth interjected, earning him a firm elbow to the ribs. "OW!"

"Yeah well, apparently Mandy also had access to it." She sighed, with exasperation that was only growing increasingly heavier. "Cory gave her a key to go in there and take Asami back to her place, to watch her while I'm in the hospital."

"...and this is the same Mandy that's been hanging out with that little Colton shit?" Billy confirmed.

"That'd be the one, which actually makes it make even more sense, because whoever it is seems to know an awful lot about what you and Dad did."

"Okay, but how are we so sure it isn't that one chick, the one who does most of the research for Colton's little podcast? I mean, Mandy even said that Colton told her he thinks it's probably someone with some grievance about something that happened in the past, and she certainly fits both of those to a tee."

"She also could've taken the key from Mandy…" She blurted out loud.

"Wait, what chick? Who are we talking about now?" Billy asked, having overheard what Seth had said, and trying to piece it together with Sam's comment.

Sam let out another heavy sigh, dreading the can of worms this could reopen, given how directly it was tied to what her dads did in '96.

"Her name is Jessica Moore, goes by Jess….aaand her initial interest in starting the podcast with Colton in the first place was that her aunt was someone you and dad killed, a reporter by the name of Gale Weathers….ring any bells?"

"I'm familiar." Billy answered. "How close are you to the apartment?"

"Smoooth subject change, Dad." She sighed, looking out the window. "We're just pulling up now, actually. Do you really want me to wait for you before I go in?"

"Would you listen if I said yes?"

"The truth?"

"Sam…" Billy sighed.

"Not a chance."

Billy sighed, even if he had banked on this very outcome, given how he would've acted, had the roles been reversed.

"Alright then…...be safe." He reiterated. "Take your buck knife and watch your back."

"I never stopped watching it." She hung up the phone and got up to step down out of the truck. "Now, you stay- agh." She groaned to herself, having agitated her wounds when she stepped down off the step of the truck.

"Shit, you okay?!" Seth panicked, trying to reach out to her, til she swatted his hand away.

"Yeah, fine. This truck just isn't exactly great for people with healing stab wounds."

"And you think facing a serial killer is?" Seth scoffed.

"Not especially, but they have my dad, what choice is there?"

"I get that, but Sam- !"

But she was already out of the truck and had slammed the door shut behind her.