Jonathan - we need to get rid of this guy's body, and you, Hayden, come with me.

Hayden - let me go, Jonathan.

Jonathan - no.

He pulls me by the arm, and I try to break free, but he tightens his grip even more. I stomp on his foot and headbutt his nose.

Jonathan - you damn bitch.

Vanesa - come on, Hayden.

We leave the room, running. I can hear Jonathan shouting behind us.

Hayden - where are we going?

Vanesa - we're getting out of here.

Hayden - why are you helping me?

Vanesa - I know we don't get along, but I don't want your death...