It was past midnight. Way past bedtime. Yet Amity couldn't sleep. She just had this bad, sinking feeling about something bad happening. To you. So, to put her nerves at ease, she snuck out of home to go see you. You were in your room with a bloodied razor blade. Amity had never been comfortable leaving you alone. So the sight of seeing you with a razor blade in your hand made her freeze but she had to regain her composure and senses. She quietly snuck into your room and quietly spoke up. "Hey...baby...what's going on..?" She asked. But she knew the answer. It was plain for her to see.