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[When the feed comes on, the first thing there is is a wall and half of a desk. Those people on board who've been inside will know it as Abigail's room. There's a small blood smear on the edge of the desk, another dark spot on the corner of the lens.]

[She doesn't turn it towards herself, but the camera does move towards the desk, is set down at the edge of it. Two hands appear in the frame, blood-caked, palm-up. There's blood under her nails, too, drier blood that's oxidized to a deep, almost black color.]

[She doesn't say anything. But after a moment, there's a strangled noise, and she knocks the camera off the desk. The briefest flash of dark hair and a pale face; then it hits the floor and shuts off.]

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[What did she do.]

[She almost laughs. What didn't she do? She wonders if he knows about Alana; if he doesn't, she won't be the one to tell him. Not here, not now, not ever. She can't imagine that he'd be talking to her if he did know, much less leading her kindly away. Why be kind to the killer of someone you love?]

I stabbed Ben.

[She slows down, leaning back against Will's hand, and glances up at the ceiling, as if expecting to see something there.]

He surprised me. So I . . . stabbed him.

He said he'd be okay. He said he'd go get help, and then come back. In half an hour.

[Unconsciously she parrots his exact words to Will. It's weirdly comforting. Ben means what he says, she's pretty sure of that.]