The next day, at dawn.
The rain that had fallen all night had finally stopped.
Nancy Allen was awakened by the commotion beside her.
Julius Shaw sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes full of terror.
He looked at Nancy with fear, as she lay flat on the bed, still wearing yesterday's dress, only now the dress was stained with blood, her face, neck, and feet all covered in it.
Julius Shaw's eyes, which were fairly clear at this moment, were filled with panic: "Did I... did I hurt you?"
Nancy knew that Julius Shaw was much more clear-headed now and said calmly, "None of this is my blood."
Julius Shaw visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
As if, as long as Nancy wasn't hurt, it didn't matter who else was, including himself.
At the moment he awoke, he was truly terrified.
Seeing Nancy lying motionless and covered in blood on the bed, he vaguely remembered arguing with her yesterday, fearing that he had done something he shouldn't have.
