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“This is totally nuts,” Jason whispers. His words bounce off the cement walls of the stairwell, anyway. Brent motions for him to stay quiet as they approach the door at the top of the stairs.

“I’ll stay here,” Brent mouths a few stairs from the door. Uncertain, but aware of the plan they discussed, Jason advances the rest of the way and pushes the door open.

It is mostly dark outside by now; a hazy dark blue hangs over King’s Bay, moody and foreboding. Jason looks around, his eyes struggling to adjust to the lack of light.

“Sabrina!” he calls out, but as he whips around, he spots them: two shapes, near the edge of the roof. He walks quickly, well aware that she is watching him the entire time. He hears Sandy whimper with fear.

“Let her go,” he commands. He stops perhaps ten feet away from them, and now he can see that Sandy is on the ground, her hands and feet tied together and a gag taut across her mouth. Sabrina stands over her, backlit by the city and holding a gun to Sandy’s head, just like in the picture she sent him.

“Let her go!”

She shakes her head, dark hair swaying back and forth. He can barely see her face, but there is something wild about her--something that makes it clear that whatever strings were tethering her to reality have now been snapped.

“Help me,” Sandy says, her words muffled by the gag but still decipherable.

“What do you want from me?” Jason asks.

“There are a few ways we can do this.” Sabrina drags the gun along the side of Sandy’s face. “The gun, obviously. That would be easy enough. Or I could toss her over the side here. That would be a lot more painful for poor Sandy--”

“What do you want from me?” he demands, louder, crazier. He cannot fathom how he brought all this pain and suffering upon the people he loves, simply by... being. “Just tell me. Tell me, Shannon.”

It is a shot in the dark, both literally and figuratively, but as soon as he says the name, he knows that he is right. Her posture changes; she leans toward him, as if he has expressed some sentiment of great affection.

“I want you,” she says. “Either you leave here with me, or Sandy is done for. Your choice.”

“I’ll go with you.” He doesn’t even have to think about it. There is no choice. “I’ll leave with you right now, Shannon.”

END OF EPISODE #566

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