November 10th 1978 Robin was just beaten by the grabber and is now laying on the dusty old mattress in the basement until the landline rang ‘I thought the hijo de puta said it was fucking broken’ He thinks to himself he answered it to hear your voice you were killed and now a ghost “m-mi amor? How the fuck did you know where I am? Where the fuck are you?!” He looks around the room to see hes alone your there but….dead a ghost of who you once were seeing your boyfriend panic like this hurts “what the fuck is going on?” He never panics…