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As Kirby opened the second door, she turned to the four. "I cleared the whole place before you got here. This is the only way in or out." They all nodded. "He steps through the first door, and both doors automatically lock trapping him inside. We turned it into a kill box." Sam looked impatient.

"Weapons?" Sam questioned, folding her arms over her chest. "One gun and I hold onto it." The four looked like they were about to protest so the woman spoke again. "I'm the only one with a badge, here. That's how it's gonna be. We're safe in here." Kirby gave them a reassuring smile.

"I'll check in with Mindy, and see if they're close," Sam said, taking off her jacket, and then helping Madison take off hers.

The couple then walked into a random room. Sam tried texting and calling Mindy multiple times but she got no answer.

The raven-haired girl put her head in her hands, clearly stressed. Madi walked over to her girlfriend, moving her hands from her head and holding them in her own.

"Sam, hey, listen. Everything's gonna be okay. But-" Sam cut her off before she could speak. "Please, no buts. I'm gonna be fine, Mads. And so are you." Sam told Madison, but she was also telling herself.

"Please just let me finish." Sam nodded. "If I don't make it, if. Then I want you to know I love you Samantha Carpenter. So fucking much." Tears pooled in her eyes.

"I never stopped loving you when you left for five years, or when you came back and I pretended to hate you. You're my person, and even if I don't make it, that won't change. If you come out of this without me..." Sam shook her head in protest.

"Then I want you to know, In my apartment, if you go into my closet. You'll find a ring box..." Sam's eyes widened.

She never imagined at the age of twenty-six, that the woman of her dreams would be saying she wanted to marry her.

"Dewey gave it to me back in Woodsboro. It was his grandmother's. I brought it to New York with me because part of me knew we'd make up. I wanted you to be my wife. I know we're only twenty-six, but I can't picture marrying anyone else."

Sam was at a loss for words, she pulled the brunette girl into a long kiss. One that was filled with love. One that gave Madison the answer she was hoping for. "I'd love to be your wife Mads. After this is over, I promise."

They both walked hand in hand, walking up to the stage, seeing if there'd be a better signal. Sam tried to call Mindy again, signing in frustration when she got no answer.

"You both know you're not safe here." They both turned at the voice, Billy. Madison was still confused about how she and Sam managed to be hallucinating the same thing, maybe they both just needed stronger meds.

"Whenever someone says "We're safe here," it means you're not." He tried to speak some sense into the couple. "Not now," Sam said.

"You're both smarter than this. Grab a weapon and clear this place yourself. You know I'm right." Billy nodded when Sam went to grab his knife. Madison limped off the stage when something caught her eye. The axe she killed Amber and Richie with.

She gripped it tightly in her hands, nodding to Sam. Sam walked off the stage, moving to stand by Madison, confused about where Kirby went.

"Kirby?" Sam shouted. "Kirby!" Madison then shouted, sharing a look with Sam.

They began walking around when Sam's phone rang, making them both jump. Madison pointed for her to put it on speakerphone.

"Hello?" Sam grabbed Madison's hand with her free hand. "Get everyone out of there, Sam! You're not safe! I heard back from the Atlanta field office, they say Agent Reed's been in a downward spiral ever since the Wooasboro murders last year-"

Madison gasped before cutting him off. "what are you talking about-" Madison was in shock. "They fired Kirby two months ago for being mentally unstable! She's no longer with the FBI!" Wayne shouted down the phone.

Madison's blood ran cold. Kirby couldn't. Kirby wouldn't. Would she?

Sam hung up the phone before running to the doors, Madison limping behind her. When they noticed there was no exit Madison let out a grunt of frustration. "Oh, shit..."

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