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She's sitting downstairs, she knows it's downstairs because there's nowhere else it could be.

A little girl crawls over to her, she looks very familiar and Kim has a flash of memory, remembering holding the little girl in her arms and watching over her at night. She knows it happened but she can't remember how or when.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" She smiles at the little girl, an infant really. The infant looks up at her with big eyes.

"You left me," she hears, which is impossible, but the infant is speaking.

"I don't even know you."

"Of course you do, don't you remember?"

"Where are your parents?"

"Daddy's away and it's all your fault."

"My fault? What did I do?"

"You couldn't stop talking and you told him too much and you destroyed everything." The infant sobs and her tears turn to blood.

"Please, please don't cry. I'm sorry." Kim kneels in front of the girl and tries to comfort her but she's gushing blood

She feels a hand on her shoulder and looks up expecting to see her dad. Instead, it's Tony.

"You're dead," she whispers, remembering the funeral, Michelle...

"No, I'm not."

Kim looks down at the little girl but there's only a pool of red.

Kim opens her eyes and expects to find blood on her hands.