The remaining fifty-four guests headed downstairs into the dining room in order to assess their situation.

"Alright, if we have any chance of getting out of here alive, we'll have to stick together from now on," Fred said. "Now, then, is everyone here?"

"I think so," Dylan replied. "Wait a minute, where's Mom?"

Gerry gave what seemed to be a concerned shrug. "I... I don't know."

As if on cue, Nai'a came running in from the right and then stopped in front of her estranged husband and her kids, worn out from all the energy she'd put into coming here.

"Mom, you're okay!" Ron exclaimed. "What happened to you?"

"I got trapped inside a secret tunnel behind one of my paintings," Nai'a replied in between pants. "Fortunately, I managed to figure my way out of there and find my way back to you."

Relieved that Nai'a was safe, the group was eager to hear more about her escape, only for Junior to interrupt and announce that he was getting reception on his iPhone.

"Oh my God, really?" Joseph asked hopefully. "Maybe if the reception's strong enough, you can call the police!"

Junior nodded. "Yeah, of course, but my phone battery's running low." He then turned to face Wailani. "Hey, Wailani, you got a smartphone I can borrow? My phone's about to die."

"I've got a Samsung," Wailani replied. "Is that okay?"

Junior sighed. "Yeah, I guess so. I mean, beggars can't be choosers."

Wailani handed over her Samsung phone to him. "Okay, go ahead and take it. Just make sure to come back here when you're done, okay?"

Junior nodded again. "Okay, I will."

"Okay. Oh, and the passcode is 9238."

"Thanks, Wailani!"

With that, Junior headed upstairs to hopefully call the police and end this nightmare.

"Alright, guys, let's all stay right here until Junior gets back," Molly said. "We don't want a repeat of what happened with Vivica and Karen."

Dante glanced over at the loveseat where Millcent and Ed had last been seen. "Uh-oh..."

Tabitha perked up. "What? What is it, Dante?"

Dante pointed towards the seat. "Aunt Millicent and Uncle Ed are gone."

Everyone except Junior looked over to where Dante was pointing. Sure enough, Millicent and her husband were missing.

"W-What?" Linda choked out. "How? Wasn't Millicent still passed out when we split up? Where could she and Ed have gone?"

Bitsy's eyes widened. "Wait, that's it! Millicent and Ed are the killers!"

"Wait a minute, we don't know that!" Helen interjected.

"Well, we left them alone, didn't we?" Rose asked.

"Yeah, but Millicent was unconscious," Stephen replied.

"She could've come to and killed Ed and disappeared with the body!" Braxton interjected.

"Are you sure it wasn't the other way around?" Marvin asked Braxton. "It could've been the other way around."

"This is all speculation," Helen interjected. "We don't know if Millicent and Ed killed anyone!"

Soon, it all devolved into a shouting free-for-all, with everyone yelling out their theories of Ed and Millicent and the arguments growing more heated and more violence. Meanwhile, Junior carefully traversed up the stairs to the balcony, Wailani's Samsung phone clutched tightly in his right hand. If he was going to get help, he needed to do it soon. There was a killer on the loose, after all.

"Alright, now's my chance," Junior told himself as he ascended the stairs. "Everyone's counting on me to stop the killer."

Eventually, Junior made it to the balcony and typed in the passcode for Wailani's phone. Once he'd gotten access, he started dialing 911 and waited for the operator to pick up. While he waited, he heard footsteps coming up from behind him. Junior turned around for a brief moment to see who it was, but he didn't see anybody.

"Huh, must've been my imagination," Junior muttered. "Can't really blame it, though. There's a killer on the loose."

He resumed waiting for the operator to pick up. Within a split second, he heard a voice on the line.

"911, what's your emergency?" the operator asked.

"Uh, hi, my name's Braxton Bernard Jr.," Junior replied. "I was attending some rich old lady's birthday party with my dad and my friends and some other people when all of a sudden, a killer struck and murdered four people. If you could get the police down here, that would be great."

"Certainly, what's the address?"

"Uh, I think it's..." Junior suddenly heard more footsteps coming up from behind him. "...uh. Hold on. I think I hear someone coming up behind me. Can you hang in there?"

"Uh, sure. Take all the time you need."

"Okay." Junior turned around to see who it was. "Oh, it's you! Jeez, don't scare me like that. Hey, what are you doing with that-?"

Before Junior could finish asking the question, whoever he'd been talking to proceeded to strike him in the temple, killing him almost instantly and sending him and the phone careening down into the pool with a loud splash. Blood seeped out of the head wound into the water, turning the surrounding water yellow as it billowed out into clouds. Several seconds later, the back porch doors flew open, revealing a crowd of fifty-three people.

"Hurry, guys!" Shaggy yelled. "It sounded like it came from over there!"

Shaggy, Fred, Patrick, Braxton, and P.C. rushed over to retrieve Junior's body from the pool and brought him out to the surface. Everyone gasped as they saw the gaping head wound on Junior's temple.

"Oh God no!" Braxton yelled. "Son, are you okay? Can you hear me?!"

Brooks checked for a pulse on Junior's neck, but he couldn't find it. "He's dead."

"You think he slipped off the roof and drowned?" Goldie asked Brooks.

Brooks shook his head. "Slipped off? Maybe. Drowned? No. He was already dead when he fell into the water."

"How do you know that?"

"Simple. See that?" Brooks pointed to the gaping head wound on Junior's temple. "Someone hit him right there with a blunt object."

"Oh God no, Junior!" Braxton howled in anguish as tears began to stream freely down his face. "Junior! How could they do this to you? Oh, my poor son, no!"

Gerry reached out to comfort Braxton. "It's okay. You're going to be okay."