"Dude, where's my blood?"

"...what the fook?"

"Seriously. My blood was on the stairs right there. Where'd it go?"

"Hell, I dunno. Maybe the girl took it. Like all the corpses."

"Ah, well, at least she was thorough... you buried her, right? Where?"

"In the yard, of course."

"WHAT?"

"I figured one more wouldn't hurt...eheh."

"...oi. Listen, luv, as nutritional as it must be for the soil, that really is quite disturbing."

"As if the rest of me isn't?"

"Point. Hey, do we go left or right here?"

"Left. Yeah, there."

"Thanks... hey, I just had a thought."

"What?"

"You know how all the clothes are still there?"

"Yeah...?"

"Think the wallets are too?"

"I'd never thought about that, actually... hey, cool."

"*laughs* It's evil of us, yes, but... y'know, I really doubt that the devil will give a flying rat's ass."

"He's kind of a jerk, though. Oh, don't forget the top lock- yeah."

"I thought he was nice to me. Mebbe you weren't special enough."

"Quit teasing... what should we do with all this... *ahem*... equipment?"

"Jesus, what was this thing for? It looks like a catapult without the spring."

"Kind of complicated... it basically crushed your skull. The little holes there are to collect the blood- see how it's got a bowl right here? – and this part is to-"

"Okay, too much information."

"Sorry."

"S'alright... hey, maybe we could sell some of this stuff under the guise of elabourate bondage sex toys or something... oh my GOD, your face is so red!"

"... quit laughing, I can't look that strange."

"....heee.....hehehehhhh.....eeeee....."

"*sulk*"

"Okay... sorry.... hee. I'm done. Really. Uhm, okay, let's start moving all this stuff out of here... you have to help me with the machinery, though, because I dunno what makes this stuff go off."

"Got it. Here, lemme take that... heh. You know, you're probably the first girl to come down here that isn't screaming, crying, unconscious, or... uhm. I'm kind of disconcerting when I talk like that, aren't I?"

"Don't worry about it. I've had to listen to many a jackass bitch on and on about just getting their tonsils removed, you don't bother me at all... wow, I have to admit these things look really cool. We should do something with them..."

"*snicker* Maybe we should pawn them off."

"...why're you laughing so hard? I don't get it. Is this some sort of homicidal maniac joke that I wouldn't get? Whatwhat?" (AN: For those who don't remember, see chapter twenty-five again. ^^)

"...nothing. *cough* Anyway, uhm... when do you think you'll be going back home and all? Or to your job, at least..."

"I'm not sure... christ this is heavy! Let's put it down over there... ugh. Uhm, I don't know. The beast-girl's dad- you know, he's one of the guys I work for- I should probably tell him soon. He just thinks she ran away from home or something... although I don't know what I'm going to tell him."

"I can help you think up some lame-ass excuse, don't worry."

"Heh. Thanks."

"So go on, Ko."

"Yeah, uhm... I really don't know. I kind of like staying here with you... but, I mean, if I'm a nuisance or something, I'll be happy to leave if you-"

"Nonono! Ko, really, I don't want you to... that is to say... uh..."

"You're blushing again."

"...I seem to be doing that a lot lately."

"It's alright, luv. Here, let's pull all the clothes out and throw 'em in a pile... we should donate these! I mean, most of 'em still look okay and everything..."

"...'luv'...?..."

"What's that, Nny?"

"N-nothing. Here."

"Thanks. Hey, question."

"Yeah?"

"Remember... what we did?"

"Huh?"

"When w-"

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"That."

"Yeah."

"What about it?"

"I was-"

"Now you're blushing."

"Meh... I was gonna ask... would... would you wanna do that again? I mean, like... or did you not like it? Or... I don't know."

"Uhm, Ko?"

"What?"

"If I just told you that's the happiest memory I have, will that answer your question?"

"..."

"Actually, you're pretty cute when you blush."

"Oh, quiet, skinny-boy. *laughs* So..."

"...there are a lot of rooms in the house. Not just down here in the basement... I've never bothered to count or anything, but... Ko, would you like to stay?"

"Stay?"

"Yeah. Stay."

"I... yes."

"..."

"CHRIST! You have really strong hugs."

"Sorry... not used to it."

"S'alright. They're nice."

"Thanks. I like hugging."

"Coming from an ex-homicidal maniac, that's kinda funny."

"Well, you smell good."

"Uhm, thanks, I guess. I... well, hmm. I suppose I'll snatch a room that's close to the stairs so I can't get lost too easy. You should've seen how long it took me to get used to the hospital's corridors..."

"Really? That place wasn't too big."

"Well, yeah, but everything looked the same. And most of the numbers on the doors are missing."

"Ah."

"So... Hey, I'm hungry... you wanna take a break and order pizza?"

"Sure... my basement kinda creeps me out anyway."

"What? Why?"

"Well, memories. ...don't give me that look. It's a recent development; now I guess I'm kinda regretful about what I did."

"At the very least, m'lad, it's a sign of returning sanity. Heh, that's a good thing. Come on, I still get lost down here! You have to lead."

"Coming..."