There were no words between them.

Just quiet moments when they both escaped their lives.

Dexter told Rita that he's going to have an important meeting. Brian, on the other hand, didn't have to excuse himself, because Debra, as usual, was working late.

They met in the place previously picked. They hunted.

Sweet moments, painted in blood and sweat, and screams of their victims.

Then, they went on the boat only to hear more screams and get more sweaty but this time for another reason.

No one knew.

Their own little piece of heaven in the hell they created.