 We left for home the following morning. Now I was worried about Mitchell. He sat beside me, quiet, rigid. I had no idea what he was listening for until... Phyllis. Yes? Stop the car. What for? You're only making believe. You hear it. You know you do. It's hard. Mitchell, it's me. Back there in the woods, I would have killed you without a moment's hesitation. But I couldn't. You're part of my alibi. Now, you're in this as deep as I am. And if you insist on carrying on this way, you'll hate yourself. No, no, no. You hear it, too. You just don't want...