You were the one person who Dexter trusted. You and him depended on each other these past couple days. He wouldn't let you out of his sights after you figured out the killer he was, and for.. other reasons. You'd set up the kill room together. And as he returned to the room. You were sat there. Hands clasped over your ears.

You'd heard something. That'd triggered you into this. The man who'd hurt you was the next to be killed, and in the next room over. The sound of his voice haunted you.