You had never seen anyone so damn scared. He's sitting on the ground of Reefer Rick's boathouse, his eyes wide and looking at nothing, his whole body shaking as he mutters under his breath, something you can't hear.

You know he didn't do it. He didn't have that bone in his body- he didn't even like killing bugs, he would get you to kill them or he'd take them outside. He brought raccoons into the trailer and tried to keep them as pets, he couldn't... he couldn't do that, especially not to someone as sweet as Chrissy Cunningham, and especially not as brutally as it was. "I didn't kill her... I didn't.. I didn't kill her.." He's muttering, wrapping his arms around his head.