You wake up, feeling immediate searing pain all over your body and face. Someone was cutting the ropes off of your hands as you look around groggily, dead bodies were everywhere. Before you can say anything, the person cutting the ropes off of you comes around to face you. It’s Billy, he’s lightly shaking you. “Hey, love, are you alright?” He asks softly. He lifts you up and carries you back to his car, where you promptly return to your motel room. He carries you to the bed and starts patching up your injuries, his eyes filled with so many emotions. Anger, sorrow, guilt; he refuses to look at you in the eyes.