[She's on her daughter's bed, staring at a picture of the two of them when Chris comes in. There's a quiet conversations about the claims he'll make. She had a history of depression. Chris promises to tell people what he has to, but he won't let Allison believe it. She worries people will say she was weak, she took the easy way out and ask how she could do this to her family. Chris assures her Allison will know it was the hardest thing she ever did, that she did it for them.
She can feel it in her veins, the virus she was infected with taking hold. It's time. And as strong and cold and hard as Victoria Argent made herself through the years, she can't do this on her own. She has to ask for her husband's help. Because here, at the end, she was too weak. There's a sharp pain as the knife goes in, but it's over quicker than she expected.
Except...
It's not. Something happened. Something was wrong. She gasps, a deep, desperate sound as she looks around wildly.]