Toward the key.

The key to the cellar.

The air in the room suddenly felt freezing cold.

I pulled my hand away from his.

The chase was not over.

It was just beginning.

And I was still in the hospital.

Or was I?

The door to the room slowly began to open.

A nurse walked in, holding a clipboard.

But she was not looking at the charts.

She was looking at me.

And she had the exact same cold, dead eyes as Evelyn.

“Time for your medicine, Claire,” she said.

She reached into her pocket.

She pulled out a small, silver whistle.

And she blew it.

The sound was silent to my ears.

But in the distance, the dogs began to bark.

The hunt was inside the hospital.

And the door was locked.

I gripped the sheets, my knuckles turning white.

“Daniel,” I whispered.

“Look.”

Daniel did not turn around.

He just kept staring at me.

“It is time to go home, Claire,” he said.

“The boys are waiting.”

But his voice was wrong.

It was the voice of the stranger from the driveway.