The instant the words He's not here rolled out of his mouth, Lisa's sobbing stopped, and her head popped up off the ground, eyes locked on him. Another switch had been thrown, and for a few tense moments the look on her face made the possibility of another savage attack seem inevitable.
But it didn't come. Instead, the silence lingered, stretching on too long. And then it broke, as a sudden, twisted smile split Lisa's cheeks. It wasn't gleeful, it wasn't evil.
It was terrified, as was the raspy laugh that welled in the back of her throat that went with it. The chilling chuckle went on as she pushed herself up from the grass, bits of it clinging to her hair, her locket swinging across her chest on it's long chain.
"But he is here</i>," she said in the small, tight whisper that'd been on Dean's voice message. "He's here like I'm here. And if he finds me, he'll gut me again. And there'll be no more private memories. No more faceless dreams. No more Lisa."