When Agatha felt enough time had passed, she downloaded what she needed to make her browsing truly anonymous. Her first searches were to see if the body she had dreamt of was discovered. It had been found, about a week prior. More than that, she had been right – her boy had been busy. Investigators thought the murder was related to several others, all following the same MO. The flaying, the removal of the organs, the evidence that showed the corpse had been violated after. His activity wasn’t constant – sometimes there was only a week between his murders, sometimes a month. Once a whole three years had passed. They thought he might have a medical background because of the precision in his work, the deft handling.

          The victim’s picture graced every article. Agatha remembered her face well. It made the dream fresh for a moment, and she felt like she might puke again. While she had been waiting, one of the other symptoms of the Calling had manifested. She felt him, like a presence, like a sixth sense, like birds can feel north and south. She felt reassured that he wouldn’t be able to sneak up on her at least – she would feel if he got closer, knew that he was now distant.

          As she looked over the articles, at the pictures of his past victims, she felt very strongly that she couldn’t live with this. She couldn’t love him, or learn to love him. She couldn’t be with him. When the final stages of the Calling set in and he could actively feel her disgust of him at all times, what would he think? Would he fear being turned over to the police? Because she realized she should. She should take what she knew to the police and turn him in immediately How would she be treated by the law and by society for being linked to a serial killer?

And more than that, did she trust that they could hold him prisoner his entire life? Could she trust that they would give him a death penalty? What if he got out or was somehow released?

          Would he kill her?