Knock, knock.

Well, look-ee here. Who's there?

A criminal. A murderer. No duh.

Might as well just shut the door in your face and run.

Or call the cops. Whatever works.

But she opens the door anyway.

"Oh my god. Is that really you?"

Maybe. Possibly. Probably. Unfortunately.

None of them are a very good answer, so it's a better idea to just keep your mouth shut.

"Come in, come in."

A'course. Why not? Just let you in.

"Mm... can I get you anything?"

You don't say anything. Just shrug. Your vocal cords don't work no more.

She hands me a plastic bottle. Lukewarm, halfway filled.

"I need to go to the store."

Don't say anything. Just stand there. Shrug. Sit down next to her.

She waves a hand in front of your face. Confused. "What's wrong?"

Shake your head. It's nothing, of course. Nothin' at all.

It never is.

"Are you okay?"

Yes. No. Maybe. Possibly. Probably.

Not.

"I haven't seen you in... how long has it been? Years. Since that fighting tournament a couple years back."

Oh, yeah. I totally spaced on that. How much were you paid to compete in it?

"What brings you here, anyway?

Nothing much.

This was the closest house you could stay in in a twenty-mile radius, after all.

Or at least the least suspicious one.

She tilts her head. Watches you carefully. You can barely see the look of concern in her eyes, but it's there.

"Are you sure you're okay? You're kind of creeping me out."

Of course. Peachy. Perfect.

Until you reach for the TV remote.

Flip it on, turn it to a channel. Does it matter? Nah, not really.

Slow motion. Your hand is shaking. The TV blares, but you don't hear it.

It's on. You knew it would be. She turns toward the TV, first confused. Then she gasps. Puts a hand over her mouth. Eyes wide.

She hardly even knew me, and yet she still panics.

"Oh... my... god."

Better believe it.

"You didn't."

You did.

Girl's Honey, for people who couldn't figure it out. But there was only one small hint, and she's not a very well known character.