You and Dexter, or Jim as you knew him as, were good friends.

Dexter liked you, because you were the kind of person he wanted to be. Kind, compassionate, helpful. You wouldn’t hurt a fly, and everyone knew that, thought that.

Yet he knew better. No one was as simple as that.

More than admiring you, Dexter enjoyed your company. So when he heard about the upcoming Blood Moon, he thought it would be a great chance to spend some time with you.

So the two of you drove his RTV up to a big clearing, surrounded by trees and wilderness and snow, with a perfect view of the moon and all the stars.