Bobb got up from the couch. He sat down on top of the coffee table. He stared into Mrs. Ericks’ eyes.
Into her soul.
Straight at her heart.
“Do you ever feel… angry?” Bobb said.
“What? What… do you mean?”
“I am very angry right now.”
“I’m sad.”
“Do you want to be happy? I want to be happy. I can make us both happy. Do you want me to?”
“Yes, sweetie, I would very much like that.”
“First things first… that sound is annoying me.”
He stared right at Mrs. Erick’s heart.
“What sou—”
She clutched her chest.
Fell to the ground.
Dead.

Bobb walked off, whistling an odd song…
He lit a match, and the house quickly caught on fire.