It had been 16 hours since Vince and Gale had arrived at the hospital, and right now they sat alone together in the sitting room, still barely having said anything to anyone.

Sam and Richie had given them a brief rundown of what had happened, and that it was Sam who had been trying to call them, with Tara giving Sam Vince's number.

They had just nodded at any given response and for the most part since then they'd been left alone.

Vince just felt nothing but numbness all the time as he sat there, his eyes often gazing over to the windows outside.

Sam at one point, slowly walked up to the pair of them, Vince looked over Atherton her and then back to Gale, who was resting her hand against her head, looking down, only her eyes looked up at Sam.

"I'm sorry," Sam says so honestly, looking at the both of them, "I… I didn't know him for very long. But… he helped me.

Vince's eyes moved to Gale who slowly put her hand away from her face and straightened up.

"That's what he did, he helped people."

She let out a sigh.

"I should have stopped him."

"If you didn't my sister wouldn't be here," Sam said.

Vince looked up at her, his whole face in complete distraught.

Tara.

In all of that time, he'd been thinking of anyone, anyone else who could have died in Dewey's place, and the idea of Tara being that person absolutely gutted him

Why would I ever think of that?

Gale says nothing but stares at Sam who before she could say anymore was called on by a nurse and she walked away from the pair.

Vince sat their for a moment longer, neither of them say anything to each other as Vince rubs his hands across his face. He feels like he's about to start crying again and so he gets up and marches over towards the bathroom.

Once there, he goes over to the sink and just starts to splash water on his face. It does something to wake him up, but still..

He looks in the mirror at his own reflection, he looks like absolute shit. His eyes and face were bright red, and their was bags beginning to form under his eyes.

Just the sight of himself nearly made him wanna start crying, and he could feel the tears forming. Vince just tried to rub his eyes with his sleeve as he iran both of his hands over his face before he stepped out.

He was back in the hallway, and he looks over and sees the room that Tara's currently in. The doors closed but there's a chair on each side of the hall next to it. And without really thinking, Vinc went over and sat on the opposite chair.

He just sat there in the hallway, there's barely anyone in the hallway say for a few nurses who go in and out of rooms.

That is until he sees Richie coming down the hallway and he's on the phone.

The phone.

Vince stares at him, as his eyes darken.

Who was Richie on the phone with?

Just as the thought came into Vinces mind, Richie seemed To have gotten off the phone and put it in his pocket as he looked up and noticed Vince sitting their.

Richie's eyes furrowed in surprise as Vince had crossed his arms, trying to act like he hadn't just been watching.

"Who was that?" Vince asked coldly, trying his best not to sound accusatory.

"Oh, just my dad checking up on me " Richie said nonchalantly as he sat across from Vince who leaned back in his chair, "How are you holding up?"

Vince doesn't say anything, his eyes still watery as he looks at the closed door that was Tara's room.

"Look, I'm so, so sorry that this happened," Richie went on, "Like Jesus Chris,t I didn't think coming here would lead to this. I mean I just came here to support Sam. I never thought that people were gonna get murdered… look if you want someone to talk to, like I'm all wars, it's getting really scary so like I know how you-"

"Shut up."

"What?"

Vince looks over to Richie and glares at him, enough that Richie doesn't make any sound as Vince continues, not in any yell, but a controlled and sharp tone.

"No, you don't know how I feel, you weren't thr one whose lost someone in the last 12 hours. You just showed up to play goofy boyfriend who can't even do anything g when their a killer on the loose after your girlfriend."

He then leaned forward at Richie, narrowing his eyes at him in an almost smile.

"So tell, what were you exactly doing before Sam told you to get to thr hospital?" Vince asks sarcastically, "shoving netflix up your ass?"

Richie gulped, "Getting info… on the movies…" was all he said.

Vince scoffed as he leaned back in his chair.

"Of course you were, you'd better not be one of them…"

"One of who?" Richie asks. Vinces looks at him and it seems to answer his question.

"The killers."

"I- I nearly got killed myself-"

"Do you know what happened to them?" Vince asked Richie coldly, "To Billy and Stu?"

Vince slowly brought his hands up to either side of his face and then spasmed his hands and face, making the sort of noises of someone being electrocuted. Richie just stared at him slightly as Vince does this for a few seconds until he straightens up in his seat, as he pulls his right hand into a finger gun and aims it right at Richie's forehead.

"Get it?" Vince asks dryly as Richie sweats slightly before Vince just sighs, putting his hand down and getting up.

"Fuck this," He mutters under his breath as goes back down the hallway and back out to the waiting room.

He stormed right out there, towards the front doors when his eyes glanced over to where Gale had been sitting.

In the corners of his eyes he could see that Gale was standing with someone, a woman.

He didn't recognise her, but as Gale had turned in Vince's direction and she and the woman quickly followed up towards him did Vince start to connect the dots on the woman.

She was older, much older than he was with short brown hair. She looked like she had been through a lot in her lifetime and it was only them that he had finally recognised who she was.

She was Sidney Presscott.

"Vince, wait!" Galle called and Vince stopped and turned his body around.

"Where are you going?' She asked as finally caught up to him.

"Not here, just… no, I can't…" Vince trails off,

"Vince."

Vince looks over and sees Sidney slowly approaching the two of them. Vince looks at her, if maybe he wasn't in a total state of loss right now he'd absolutely look at her with star-struck, or maybe he'd still look at her like he was now.

"Hi, I-" Vince starts but Sidney cuts him off.

"I know who you are."

You do?

"Dewey talked about you a lot," Sidney said, almost smiling, but not quite.

Dewey.

"And that you're Stu's nephew."

Vince's face soured at his uncle's name and he tensed right back up again.

"Look, I'm sorry that my uncle tried to kill you, but I'm seriously not interested in talking to anyone," Vince said, shaking his head.

Sidney looked at him surprised for a few seconds before she turned back to that serious expression.

"Running away from it isn't gonna change anything Vince, it always finds its way back to 's doing this is gonna keep coming after you-"

"You don't think I know that!" Vince snapped, looking right at Sidney, "You didn't think that it hadn't occurred to me that something like this would happen. Don't worry though, I've known just learned to take a note from your book. Isolate."

Sidney stared at him stunned a bit, but before she could say anything Vince turned and walked right towards the entrance, he didn't dare look back as he heard Gale's voice call out to him.

Vince's mind went all sort of hazey, and without really thinking went down the footpath. He walked down the streets until he had managed to make his way back to Dewey's trailer.

Everything in there is just as he and Dewey had left it just last morning, the remote, all the beer and empty bottles still lying around the counter.

He'd never try to have a swig in the early mornings again.

Vince's eyes began to water again, but even his eye just felt so heavy. If there was anything he really wanted to do right now, it would be to get some sleep.

His eyes glanced around at the sitting room, then to the hallways leading to the bathroom, the guest bedroom and Dewey's room. He stumbled over to the guest bedroom, with very little caution and awareness of just the state he was in, he made sure to lock the bedroom door once he was in.

Then, he collapsed right onto the bed and within a few minutes he's complete out and right asleep.

He slept for the better of a good 3 hours before he eventually stirred himself awake, he had no real dreams except darkness.

He rubbed his eyes a bit as he looked up at the ceiling, for a bit he couldn't even remember what had happened in the last few hours, or even the day before.

Shouldn't Dewey be watching Gale by now? He thought, as he slowly got out of bed. He stumbled a bit towards the door and tried to open it.

But he can't.

Why did I lock the door? He thought, Why-

And then it suddenly hits him, why Dewey isn't watching Gale's show right now.

Because he isn't home.

He's never coming home.

For a few moments, Vince had forgotten that Dewey was not with him anymore.

"Oh."

Vince slowly undid the lock and stepped out, into the hallway and just stood there for a second. He then gets a whiff of how much he smells right now.

He's been wearing the same clothes since yesterday, and it showed with how wrinkly they were. He lets out a sigh as hee quickly grabs a change of clothes from his duffle bag; a white jumper with red and blue stripes on the sleeves and then heads into the bathroom.

After a long and drearious shower, Vince stepped out, drying his hair a bit as he soon found himself back in the sitting room. Everything is very much still a mess as he goes over to the photos on the wall. There's several of him and Gale together, there's at least one where their both on holiday. They look so happy, and right next to it is a photo of Vince's graduation, the same one he has on his phone.

He doesn't smile as he feels the water in his eyes build up again as he looks down from them, the small wooden box that simply had written on it: "Tatum."

Tatum.

Without really thinking, he picked up the box and gently caressed his thumb along the wooden edges, the tears were coming down now.

"I'm sorry," He says in barely a whisper, he couldn't believe he was apologising to her once again. His eyes find themselves back on the photos again. All he can see is is face, his bright beaming goofy face that he couldn't believe once in his life had found annoying.

When was the last time Vince had seen him smile? Yesterday? Or did he even smile at all, was it just than thin line, like he was deep in thought. Did he smile at Gale all all? What was he thinking before he died?

His thoughts kept bouncing up and around his head, enough that he gently put the box back and backed away. His eyes become all sorts of glassy and watery. His breathing becomes heavy as he glances around him.

The coach where he and Dewy had often had drinks together, where they had watched sport, the ties where Vince had scolded Dewey for his drinking problems, when he brought him back from the bar after he had gotten completely wasted. The times that Dewey occasionally would talk, and he would talk about Gale, about Sidney, and even on some rare occasions, about Tatum.

He doesn't even know when he had started to run out of the trailer, but he soon finds himself outside and sprinting away.

That house was haunted, at least in Vince's eyes, it was haunted by the memories he had of Dewey.

Some hours had passed and it had soon turned into dusk, he was currently by himself, stumbling along the footpath, he'd gotten a bit away from the bar as he took another swig of his beer can.

After he had run from Dewey's trailer, he had found himself at the bar, and soon enough spent the next few hours getting wasted, it was only just 20 minutes before they finally kicked him out.

And now he was just an angry drunk on a bad time.

"Fucking, show yourself you fucking fuck!" Vince yells, slurring on his words. Any sense of intelligence on how maybe this could get him killed had left his body a long time ago. He didn't care.

"Fucking pussy is what you are, you fucking, fuckhead!" He continued, spinning around a bit and nearly tripping himself. He laughed at that as he continued, finding himself on the road.

There were no cars coming down, except one which slowly turned and parked itself on the side.

Vince glanced over at it and he rolled his eyes at who it was.

Mindy, Chad and Liv stepped out of the car, all of whom looked at him confused.

"Fucking… What do you want?" Vince yelled at them.

"Jesus Vince, are you drunk?" Liv asks.

"Fuck off all you… you killers.." Vince points at them, his hand stays there for a bit before he drops it.

"Wow, this really is pathetic," Mindy said, crossing her arms.

"I mean I can't blame him," Liv said, glancing over to Chad and Mindy, "I mean the way he's going, whoever the killer is is gonna make easy work for him for sure."

LShe looked over at Chad who seemed to have no real expression on his face, except for the fact that it looked like he was thinking about something.

And without saying anything, he started to march over to Vince.

Vince dry laughed as Chad approached him.

"Fuck off Meeks," Vince slurs his words, putting his finger up at him, "I don't wanna hear your bullshit… you-"

Vince barely had time to finish his sentence before Chad picked Vince up from behind and put him in a gentle chokehold. Vince jumped at the sudden interaction and immediately began to struggle and attempted to fight against Chad.

Mindy and Liv watch on in surprise as Chad just stands there holding Vince as he struggles to get out of his hold.

"Fucking, let me go psycho!" He yells, "You're fucking mental, you fucking… fuck… fuck off…"

What is he doing? Vince finds himself thinking as he tries to kick his feet around.

Whatever attempts Vince tries it doesn't work, despite how tight his grip it, he's not even trying to hurt Vince. Just… holding him in place

"Why are you…" Vince's voice trails off as the anger in him subsides. And then the sadness sweeps back over him. He can't stop the tears from his eyes as they come out raw as he just screams, crying.

Its a long wail that echoes through the entirety of him. Chad does nothing but keeps his grip on Vince.

He's gone. He's gone. He's never coming back. He's dead.

Chad eventually loosens his grip on Vince who just stands there, crying his eyes out, and Chad just watches him as Liv and Mindy come up to the two of them.

"Jesus," Mindy says, looking over at Vince's crying form, "I really thought you were about to kick his ass."

Chad just shrugged, "What's the point?"

"Well we can't just leave him here," Liv said, who had now was gently rubbing one hand on Vince's back, "The killer's gonna go after him, and here he's an easy target."

"We could take him to the party," Mindy suggested, and Vince shot his head up at Mindy's words, "At the very least it'll mean I can keep my eyes on all the suspects, and everyone's accounted for."

"Yeah.." Chad says, "It's better if we all stick together," Chad looked over to Vince whose eyes were red as Liv helped Vince towards the car and got him in. He was stilla bit out of it by now as he put his seatbelt on. They all got in as Mindy pulled out her phone and called someone, Vince really couldn't even make out who it was as he pressed his head on the window.

"Hey.. listen, we found Vince wasted on the side of the road."

"..."

"Yeah, he's completely out of it, and we figured that we'd bring him over to the party."

"..."

"Yeah I know he's a liability… that's why he's gonna be watched and he's not taking any more alcohol."

"..."

"Great, we'll see you soon."

Mindy hung up.

"Where are we going?' Vince asked in a whisper, barely just able to put the words together.

"Amber's," Liv answered, "For the party."

'What party?"

"For Wes," Chad answered and for a brief moment, he and Vince made eye contact with each other in the rear mirror. It lasts a few seconds before Chad starts the car and they begin to drive towards Amber's house, wherever that was.

Vince found his eyes were feeling heavy again, and as such he closed them and drifted off to sleep in the car. His mind was still going a million miles an hour. His mind sort of went black as he fell asleep.

After some tie, the car stops, but Vince doesn't wake up just yet.

"Vince? Hey."

He felt someone gently shaking him by his shoulder and that jousted him awake.

Vince jumped slightly and looked to see it was Mindy.

"We're here."

"Oh." Vince said. As he slowly got up from out of the car. He was still stumbling a bit, enough that Mindy had to help him inside what was "Amber house."

He was so tired still he didn't take in any of the details of her house, if he had he would never have stepped foot in it.

The same went for all of them, for Chad, Mindy and Liv.

None of them had realised that they were stepping into was 261 Turner's Lane, Vince's ancestral home.