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When she wakes up, she can't feel anything. She tries to open her mouth, but something is stopping her. When that fails, she tries to sit up. When her vision focuses, she sees that she's in a small room with brown walls. A hand pushes her back down. Katie. Of course. Katie is the unofficial doctor of the gang. "You need to stay down, Ursula. The pain meds haven't worn off yet. When they do, you will be in a lot of pain. I was able to graft some of the skin back onto your face, but you'll find that you won't be able to talk like you used to. You only have half of your lips now, so I would recommend quitting the lipstick." Ursula reaches up to feel her face. One side feels normal, but there's some kind of hard plastic over the other side. "Glenn is still alive as well. You didn't hit her quite hard enough. You just...broke her face. Her jaw, her nose, one cheekbone, and I had to pull several of her teeth, not counting the two you knocked out." Ursula tries to sit up again. Katie pushes her down again. "Tonight, if anyone comes into this room, do not be startled." Ursula raises an eyebrow. "Mr. Graham had me examine the stripper's body before she was moved. I found a hair on her. A yellow hair. The killer's hair." Katie smiles. "And I expect our friend the killer to pay you a visit tonight. I will be watching and waiting for that moment to come. Now, time for more painkillers."

It's almost midnight and her drugs are starting the wear off. She guesses Katie had modified the painkillers, since it's been twelve hours since her last dose. She can feel the pain returning, a slight burning along her jaw. The door creaks open and like Katie suspected, in walks the killer. She can't see his face, but his footfalls are much heavier than Katie's. He moves so that he is standing above Ursula. "I'm not a newbie anymore, am I, Ursula?" Of all the people in the hideout, she was not expecting the geeky Allen Thomas Malinowski to be the killer. "I wanted to get to you before Katie, and lo and behold, I got my chance. This won't hurt much." He holds a knife in one hand. All of a sudden, Katie is behind him, syringe sinking into his neck. "Feel free to scream." And he does.

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When she wakes up, she can't feel anything. She tries to open her mouth, but something is stopping her. When that fails, she tries to sit up. When her vision focuses, she sees that she's in a small room with brown walls. A hand pushes her back down. Katie. Of course. Katie is the unofficial doctor of the gang. "You need to stay down, Ursula. The pain meds haven't worn off yet. When they do, you will be in a lot of pain. I was able to graft some of the skin back onto your face, but you'll find that you won't be able to talk like you used to. You only have half of your lips now, so I would recommend quitting the lipstick." Ursula reaches up to feel her face. One side feels normal, but there's some kind of hard plastic over the other side. "Glenn is still alive as well. You didn't hit her quite hard enough. You just...broke her face. Her jaw, her nose, one cheekbone, and I had to pull several of her teeth, not counting the two you knocked out." Ursula tries to sit up again. Katie pushes her down again. "Tonight, if anyone comes into this room, do not be startled." Ursula raises an eyebrow. "Mr. Graham had me examine the stripper's body before she was moved. I found a hair on her. A yellow hair. The killer's hair." Katie smiles. "And I expect our friend the killer to pay you a visit tonight. I will be watching and waiting for that moment to come. Now, time for more painkillers."

It's almost midnight and her drugs are starting the wear off. She guesses Katie had modified the painkillers, since it's been twelve hours since her last dose. She can feel the pain returning, a slight burning along her jaw. The door creaks open and like Katie suspected, in walks the killer. She can't see his face, but his footfalls are much heavier than Katie's. He moves so that he is standing above Ursula. "I'm not a newbie anymore, am I, Ursula?" Of all the people in the hideout, she was not expecting the geeky Allen Thomas Malinowski to be the killer. "I wanted to get to you before Katie, and lo and behold, I got my chance. This won't hurt much." He holds a knife in one hand. All of a sudden, Katie is behind him, syringe sinking into his neck. "Feel free to scream." And he does.