"Something tell me this whole trip was a waste of my time. I'm not doing anything to resolve the Tamrissia situation..... Granted, I could just track her down and kill her in a violent and bloody fashion, but that'll end the fun too quickly.... I need something that will get my message across, clear and simple, that I am always nearby, waiting. Any idea?" A small whimper then a strangled cry for help. "You know, you're being a poor host. I'm in your house, well, what used to be your house, and all you can think about is yourself. Why can't you be more like your family? They're the picture of the perfect hosts. They're quiet, listen to whatever I have to say without critcizing me, and they fed me a good meal. Of course, bleeding everywhere is a social faux pas, but I can't be too picky now, can't I?"

The blood-stain woman could only tremble in terror as she sat across the table from the vicious killer that slaughtered her husband and son before they could blink. His black eyes regarded the woman indifferently before leaning back in his chair, grumbling in annoyance. Sensing a chance, the woman bolted out of her chair and made a wild dash for the door. Her mind in a rantic jumble, she reached for the doorknob which was mere feets away before a loud swishing sound echoed in her ears. Suddenly, her legs felt like there was no more ground beneath her and she fell, slamming face first onto the floor. Looking back to see what happened, she was greeted by the sight of a pair of feet flying in the air, blood spraying on the wall. Looking down, she screamed as her feets were cut off from beneath her, nothing but bloody stumps.

"That was very rude, bolting from your table without asking to be excused. You had to be displinced so you'lll never do that again. Well, I feel like I overstayed my welcome, but don't worry, I brought a present for you." Getting up, the grey haired intruder strode over to the bleeding woman who was now sobbing. "Oh, be quiet.... I only cut your legs off. It's not like it's an fatal wound, at least, not right away. Anyways, here's my gift, unless you tell me a better way to give it." Raising a palm, he aimed it toward the prone woman, it beginning to glow with a blue light. All the woman could do was, in a strained voice, speak. "My..... fam...ily..."

"Excuse me? What did you say? Family? Did I hear that right? What are you..... oh.... OH...... I've got it! Instead of going after Tamrissia herself, why not her family, her friends, anyone who's familiar to her? That's it! Talk about a glaring obvious solution. Such a good idea. As a matter of fact, for helping me solve this problem of mine, I'll help you with yours." Dropping his palm, the glow fading, he strode over to the phone and picked it up. Dialing, he spoke into it, in a female voice. "Hello, is this the emergency serivce? Yes, there's been a horrible accident. I don't know the address but you can trace the call. Hurry, look like she won't make it from the blood loss." Dropping the phone to the ground, he turned back to the woman and waved to her. "Well, they'll be here any moment, so.... I've gotta to go to work now. I had a wonderful night tonight and I hope we can do this again soon. Bye now...." With a sudden flash, a portal appeared behind him and he stepped through it, leaving behind the traumatized woman on the ground, sobbing.