Tyler woke up and found himself chained onto a chair. “What the hell?”
“Oh, no, not hell. Heaven. That’s where you’ll soon be” a voice said. A voice that sounded horribly familiar. A shadow came over Tyler and Klaus came in vision.
“Seriously? You again? If I wanted to see your ugly face again I would’ve given you a call” Tyler said annoyed. Being imprisoned por Klaus was getting really old. “Look, whatever you want with me, can you just get it over with already?”
“Oh, but of course” Klaus said. He bit his wrist and forced Tyler to drink his blood. Then he grabbed Tyler’s neck and snapped it.
“And now we wait” Klaus said.
 

Rachel stroke her fingers through her hair. “Oh my God. What have I done?” she mumbled agitated. “Think, Rachel, think” She looked around. Then she grabbed Gabe’s feet and dragged him to the farthest corner.
She ran to the stairs and went to the cozinha where she searched the drawers for matches. In her panic she forgot she had been living here for about twenty years and the matches lay in the segundo drawer seguinte to the cupboard underneath the sink ever since. She pulled it open and grabbed the matches. Then she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Malt Whisky. She ran back downstairs to the body. She opened the bottle of Malt and poured its content over the body. Then she stroke a match and let it fall down and watch how Gabe went up into flames.
As she watched him burn a sudden agony fulfilled her body and she dropped the bottle. She fell down on her knees and felt her body contracting and convulsing while she screamed.