This is where things go bad.


Looking back, I realize now that it was a VERY good thing that I was the closest one to the door. I am making these pages from an obscure corner of our apartment that Trevor still hasn't thought to check. I can hear Trevor at this moment pacing the living room with the clippers buzzing at a high speed. I still don't know if Kaile escaped - but from the the blood curding screams, I assume the worst.

Please send help.