Guest: Just wait. I have better lines yet to come. It's about to start getting sad now.
RJRMovieFan: Yeah, Part 1 is coming to an end. We're not quite there yet, but it isn't in the far off future anymore.
Malexfaith: And, yet, here they are...
Rober428: I hope that's a good whoa.
Bechloe-bible-49: Oh man. Aubrey is about to get real vulnerable real soon.
A Dedicated Fan: You slacker. Something big is about to happen. I am having real anxiety over it.
Pixie1913: I do love explosions. I have to listen to musical warfare every day at work. If I can live, you'll live. Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof. Because I'm happy...

Arrhythmia

I do wanna die first,
But that doesn't mean I'm not afraid.
I'm terribly afraid.
I'm afraid all the time.
- Datarock

It had to have been one of them who killed Lilly. Aubrey has time to dwell on it while Chloe still writes. She paces the width of the bar, avoiding the Trebles, Luke, and Fat Amy who have congregated at the other end. It had to have been Luke, Bumper, or Jesse. Every time she looks at them, they're looking at her too, beginning to talk amongst themselves. "I would know if I had done this," she whispers to Beca, just because she needs to say it out loud, then walks the other direction again without waiting for a response.

"You're making me nervous," Beca says as she walks around again, "Stop."

Beca should be nervous. They should all be nervous. Terrified, actually. "Whoever this is is more than just a mole."

"Aubrey, I can't hold a conversation with you when you keep walking away."

Aubrey rubs her neck then chews on her thumbnail.

"Chloe," Beca gets her attention.

"I need to walk," Aubrey says.

"Let her be, Beca," Chloe says, "She's fine."

Aubrey shakes her head at both of them. She is not a child; she doesn't need to be treated as though Chloe is her mother. What would Luke's motivation be – besides that he's just an asshole? What could possibly make him so devoted to torturing Aubrey and killing everyone they know? Bumper has motivation – and he's dramatic enough to blow things completely out of proportion. But he's just too obvious. That leaves Jesse. But why the hell take it all out on Aubrey? She wasn't the one pursuing Beca. She was the one adamantly against it. And Beca wouldn't do all this just to get rid of Aubrey. She lowers her hand from her mouth to cradle her arm.

They're all still looking at her. Aubrey stops. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," she spits, and they all look away. Dicks. She resumes walking.

Beca sighs and folds her arms in the table, lowering her head to rest on them.

They could say they have to use the bathroom – sneak back out the supply closet window. But that only works if no one is outside waiting for them - and also, it would be clear they were walking down the hallway and not into the restroom. It doesn't matter what they do – and there are only eight of them left. The odds being killed next make Aubrey regret taking Statistics. Now would be the time for Chloe's parents to realize something is wrong and contact the police. She wants them to come save Chloe. She wants them to come save her. She kicks one of the bar stools.

"Aubrey," Chloe calls her.

Aubrey stops and looks up. She obeys as Chloe beckons her over, and slides into the booth next to her.

Chloe wipes her own face with her hand then wraps an arm around Aubrey's shoulder. "Take some breaths with me."

Aubrey doesn't know if Chloe wants her to take deep breaths for her own sake or for Chloe's. She breathes in and out – slow, deep, should-be-calming breaths, and Chloe breathes with her at the same rate. They're both still breathing. Their hearts are still beating. She counts the seconds they're still alive – telling herself that all they have to do it make it to the next one.

And then the next one.

And then the next one.

And then the next one.