Todd walks briskly away from the university toward his car, not just disappointed but furious. How dare Tom lead him here when there was no evidence! No proof! He has looked like a fool in there. He recalls the professors looking at him oddly when he asks after the little cleaning boy from so many years ago. Todd grows red from embarrassment at the implications, true as they may be. He is not proud of his actions, but strangely… he does not regret them.

He speeds along the interstate, the windows rolled down all the way and the wind blowing his long, blond hair all over his face. He laughs in the face of the wind and screams along with the radio, letting out all his frustration and anger that has built up throughout the night.

But his emotional release is cut short when his gaze drifts to the side of the road where an agitated young man leans against a pickup truck, smoking by the side of the road. Less noticeable but more importantly—next to the truck is a pool of blood.