God, he needed a drink! That bitch had been the hardest to track down. Pouring a glass, smirking to himself, Adam remembered how she'd screamed as the lid closed on her and then her vain attempts to struggle for air through the holes he drilled.

"I'd rather be boiled alive!"

"Well, Paige," he toasted himself, and put back another shot in one gulp. "Guess you got your wish."

He felt great. This killing business was getting easier with time. It was still messy, but fun. He shrugged off the image of the screaming woman as he'd impaled her neck through the glass of the shower stall. She had no business being there in the first place. Her own fault.

"Stupid bitch," he chuckled.

"Adam!"

Kate? Oh, whoops, that was weird. The bottle next to his glass was now empty. He felt…so strange…like he were falling headfirst towards the floor… He straightened up and saw her staring at him. God, she was so beautiful.

"Kate!" He smiled widely, toasting her before realising the cup was empty. He took a step towards her and almost keeled over. That was weird; he felt so unsteady. Hmm.

"Kate," he tried again.

Oh, fuck. His voice was slurring. He tried to lower his voice and salvage the situation. He knew it looked bad.

"I've been looking for you-!"

"And I wasn't at the bottom of the bottle?" Kate whispered, her eyes filling with tears as she stared at him in disgust. Without waiting for a reply, she whirled around and pushed past Dorothy who was gaping in the doorway. Adam stumbled after her, panic rising in his throat.

"Kate, hey-! Wait, come on, don't be mad!" He pulled at her arm, dragging her back to face him. "It's Valentine's Day!"

"Get away from me!" Kate cried, tears pouring down her cheeks as she pulled away from him again and ran.

Adam felt the bile rise in his mouth. He wanted to follow her, but his legs wouldn't move. He wanted to scream, to yell and break things. He settled for smashing a few of Dorothy's glass photo-frames and expensive wine glasses. Then he left to get the knife…