at a party specifically for safety. we know there is a killer in our midst so we all stay together to guard against one of us being picked off. layla comes up behind me and pulls on the hood of my coat. i yell at her jokingly “whoa whoa whoa, baby first! i tip over easily!” sandy laughs in a corner at us. layla tells me that we have to go to the grocery store. she insists i need healthy food, for the baby. i don’t want to go but this guy looks out of place and i know something is going to happen if we stay.