Remember when Blair claimed that October of '96 was the worst week of her life? She wished she'd kept her god damn mouth shut, going through this shit once was bad, going through it twice was coincidence but 6 times? Seriously what the fuck did she do in a past life to deserve this shit? All she ever wanted was a peaceful life away from tragedy and death and instead she feels like an angel of death follows her around. So many people would still be alive if things had gone differently in '96. One thing she knows for sure, she is taking her kids and husband and moving to Europe. She'd always loved Italy, the scenery was stunning, the food was to die for, the houses were beautiful. When she pictured herself at peace, that's where she was. In a cosy home near a beach, a beautiful garden surrounded by trees and green where car horns and busy streets were non existent. After the finished off this motherfucker that's where she's heading.
Sam's lover boy Danny had been left behind for safety purposes — Blair couldn't blame her. After last time, Sam had reason to not trust Danny and keep him away from danger. They'd met up with Kirby outside of the theatre before heading inside, the curtains were still open and the movie screen was up. Blair felt another shiver go down her spine as she entered this place once more, god did she hate it.
"I cleared the whole place before you got here. This is the only way in or out." Kirby told them opening the cage door letting them through "he steps through the first door, both doors automatically lock, trapping him inside...and then we turn it into a killbox."
"weapons?" Sam questioned her eyes locked on Kirby, the small blonde woman then replied "One gun and I hold onto it. I'm the only one with a badge that's how it's gonna be. We're safe in here."
