Matt stalked around the hallways, looking for Nate. Meanwhile, Stephanie was climbing in through the same window Matt did, only to fall directly onto Mark. She screamed, but Mark slapped a hand over her mouth. They looked each other in the eye, as Mark saw her slowly calm down. He removed his hand, slightly groaning.

"What happened to you?" She asked quietly.

Answering a question with a question, Mark instead replied, "Who are you?"

"Oh, uh, my name is Stephanie. I'm Matthew's wife."

"Matthew... Patrick?" Mark asked. "He just did this to me." Mark said, pointing to his wound.

Stephanie's eyes went wide. So it was true. He really was a maniac. There was no hope for him.

"I can't believe that I had faith in him..." She said under her breath, shocked. She had hoped that maybe he could be the way he was, but instead, he lied to her, and chased her children out of the country.

But Mark snapped her out of her thoughts, grabbing her arm. "Listen, he's going after Nate."

"Wait, Nathan Smith?" She remembered that Nathan was the father of a boy named Luke, that her kids were friends with him, but why would Matt be attacking him? "I-I'll call the police." She said, grabbing her phone from her pocket, but Mark grabbed it and thew it away. "What the heck?"

"You underestimate him. He may be your husband, but he's a maniac. He'll kill us all before the police can even pick up the phone. Besides, the police are ridiculously useless." Mark thought back to how he escaped from the police, simply because they didn't lock him in the car.  "You've got to stop him."

"But why- and will you be alright?" She asked.

"I'll be fine. Just go. Go help him!" Then Mark weakly shoved her towards the door. Not thinking, she ran into the dining room, knocking over a chair. She gasped, hiding under the nearest table, concealed by the yellow tablecloth.

Matt, meanwhile, heard the sound, and headed to the dining room, holding the knife. He came in just in time to see the tablecloth move. He chuckled. "Nate..." He whispered, heading towards a different table, trying to throw what he thought was Nate off course. Stephanie took a sigh of relief, quietly, so as not to alert Matt.

Matt smiled cruelly, and snuck around the back of the table she was under. In one swift movement, he lifted up the cloth, and without thought, stabbed her in the back. But he instantly realized his mistake.

"Stephanie!" Matt screamed.

Stephanie gasped for air, trying to breathe, but instead, she weakly fell into Matt's arms, going limp. "No, no! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry! Please, Wake up! I didn't mean to! Wake up!" He shook her body, but to no avail. There, in Matt's arms, Stephanie died.

But Matt didn't cry. He didn't feel depressed. In fact, he felt happy. Finally, he didn't have anything to turn back to. There was nothing to look back on. He didn't have to mourn his past anymore. Now, all there was, was anger. Matt stood up, picked up the knife, and went to go find Nate, not even bothering to look behind him.

Who needed her, anyway?

*Author's Note: I need her. I love Stephanie with all my heart, but I wanted to show that Matt had snapped for the last time. This is the point of no return. He's completely lost it.*