Geller ran around the corner and came face to face with a gun. Holding the gun was Jay.

“Jay,” Geller said.

“Yeah, it’s me,” Jay replied.

“How’ve you been these past few hours?”

Jay laughed. “Fabulous. Know why? I’m finally getting rid of you!”

Geller didn’t move. “You don’t mean that.”

“Oh! Ohhhh yes I do.”

Geller, without moving replied icily, “You pull that trigger, I swear Jay, you are dead meat.”

Jay, laughing almost maniacally now, screamed, “Know what’s funny about that? For once, Geller Bitchkins, you are wrong! If I pull this trigger, YOU ARE DEAD !”

“My name is Hopkins.”

Jay’s finger twitched and a shot rang out across the silent lake. Geller looked down at the gun still in Jay’s hand. He snatched it and proceded to knock Jay in the head. Jay staggered and fell to the ground, spluttering.

“Fool! You should have known the bullet wouldn’t affect me!” Geller’s voice faded away as he watched the incredulity on Jay’s face turn to fear…

“It went through! There’s no mark! You didn’t even—”