[He looks down at her with blank eyes, an uneven rivulet of blood running down his chin and dribbling across his shirt. His jaw hangs at an odd angle.]
[He speaks slowly, his familiar drawl now mumbled and lisping.]
Don't remember.
[He raises the cement block, and--]
[The tape skips.]
[--She's back in Benedict Hall, air heavy with dust and decay. It's silent.]
[The door is open this time, and the familiar fourth floor hallway of the Mansion can be seen through it.]
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[He speaks slowly, his familiar drawl now mumbled and lisping.]
Don't remember.
[He raises the cement block, and--]
[The tape skips.]
[--She's back in Benedict Hall, air heavy with dust and decay. It's silent.]
[The door is open this time, and the familiar fourth floor hallway of the Mansion can be seen through it.]