She didn't look back at him. Megan was staring off into space, her mind and eyes back on the steps of the school. "He'll cut your throat," she said quietly. "There was so much blood. And he'll.. he didn't care. You could tell. He played with the blood. Wrote his name in it."
Dragging her eyes back to Stan, Megan looked tired. So, so tired. "I don't want you to go, but I understand. But don't promise me you'll come back. You might not be able to keep that promise."