After already suffering through one of Chester Monson's terrible jokes, Clay was certain the evening would be filled with suffering. The burns on his arm didn't help, and he wished he'd taken more painkillers. Why had he come to Escape Room Night?

"Clay," someone said from behind him, and he turned to find Phillip Smith. Trina's husband was the last person he wanted to see. So the evening was going to be worse than anticipated. "It seems past time that we had a discussion, don't you think?" Phillip said.

Clay nodded, preparing himself for whatever was to come. Phillip gestured towards the entrance hall, so Clay followed him out onto the field. He couldn't help but reflect on the time Ellie's father had suggested the two of them have a chat, right before calling Clay a cradle-robber. At least Ellie wouldn't be here to witness this, as she was back then. She might try to stop him from retaliating, as she had tried and failed to do back then.

"Did you enjoy fucking my wife?" Phillip asked when they were alone on the wet grass.

There was no point in denying it. "What do you want me to say, Phillip?"

Phillip smiled demonically, and then he got a look in his eye. A murderous look.