And I woke up in the hotel room in fucking Revelstoke.
I just can't fucking believe that I can't escape this. I can't get out of this. I can't believe that I have to do what I've been told to do. It won't end anything, not really. It won't do anything to stop Him being after me.
It made the paper today. Someone found dead in their house. Stretched, twisted and disemboweled.