MONDO EXTRAS

Alex believes Sassy "is next." Henchguy doesn't buy it. Alex explains about the pattern. Henchguy humors him.

Sassy keeps packing. She comes across an old record and puts it on; it's -- ready? Hope you're sitting down -- John Denver. Sassy seals her doom.

Alex didn't ask for "what happened on the plane" to happen. But he saved six lives. It's not PTSD. He's not "going Dahmer on" them. There's a pattern. Yeah, there's a pattern, Zitty Kelley. It's on your face. It's called acne, and it's disgusting. OxyClean. Look into it.

Sassy sees death reflected in the side of her tea kettle. John Denver. Ominous strings. Pointed close-up on butcher-block knife caddy. The flame on the stove goes out. A very suspenseful lighting of the pilot light, except for the "suspenseful" part. Close-up on the burner, which lights uneventfully.

Henchguy can't explain why the other survivors have died, but he knows that nobody can control life or death "unless they're taking lives or causing death." Thanks for that, Henchguy. Alex can't control it as long as he's "in here, sorry." They let him go. Whatever. Alex gives Henchguy's partner the creeps. He almost believes Alex. The partner gives Henchguy the creeps. Oh, the comedy. Oh, the cookies.

Tea and Sassy. She throws her tea at a bug, then tells herself to chill. She pours vodka into the mug instead. The mug cracks. Vodka creeps out onto the counter. Sassy dribbles over to her desk and drips onto her monitor, sipping the vodka like it's water. The monitor shorts out. Smoke begins to rise from the monitor. Sassy stares at it. The monitor explodes, and a shard of glass embeds itself in Sassy's throat. Sassy wheezes and staggers about, bleeding. The moral here: Never give your monitor Smirnoff, kids. It'll just get angry and kill you.

Alex sees a fire burning by the side of the road. He runs away.

Sassy's house. Burning. John Denver. Wheezing. Exploding vodka. Grunting. Clutching throat. More wheezing.

Alex pulls up outside Sassy's house and sees it burning.

Sassy, collapsed on the floor, pulls a towel down from the counter to stanch her bleeding throat. The knife on top of the towel falls point-first into her chest. Alex finds her there, wheezing and shuddering. Things crash down all around them. A chair nails the knife into Sassy's chest up to the hilt. Alex yanks the knife out of her chest, then drops it on the ground and books on out of there. Nice one, Not Lips Houlihan. Hitchcock, riding by on his bike, sees Alex run out of the house, and then the whole house blows up.