Billy stared at Bonnie, unblinking, almost as if she'd slapped him across the face. He knew sooner or later this kind of question would come up, whether from one of the other kidnapped people or from a guest, but he wasn't exactly ready for it. He really didn't want to talk about it, but the alcohol compelled him, especially since he wasn't usually much of a drinker. He took a hefty gulp before turning his gaze to the piece of half-eaten chicken in front of him.
"There was this girl. Her name was Penny." At the mention of her name, a small, sad smile found it's way to his face for a moment. "She died. It was my fault." He took another long swig of his drink, knowing he was going to need a refill sooner rather than later now. "Not on purpose... but it was still my fault."