"Go ahead, Jason. How'd it happen?" Jason realizes he has very little material to work with, given that he knows basically as much or less than Bud and Andy about the various murders -- his quiet "I don't know" drives Andy Bellefleur bats. "Bud, give me five minutes alone with him, I'll get you every detail!" Bud asks WTF he means, and Jason's like, technically I don't remember what he did to any of them, but -- crying, exhausted, really in need of a firm hugging -- "They keep dying all around me, so I gotta be the guy, right?" Bud's like, "Um, how about another way? Let's take them one at a time." Andy suggests Amy, since she was the most recent victim and thus fresher in Jason's "so-called mind."

"I took V," Jason says, and Bud shakes his head sadly while Andy crows -- Because how else could Jason have thrown him so terrifically far? -- "Not with the others, just with her. We both did. And when I woke up, Amy was... Well, like she was." Jason watches Jason unable to say the word; unable to comprehend that even if he HAD done it, he's still allowed to be heartbroken. The girl who loved him, the only girl who ever looked him in the eye and saw how extraordinary and good and wise and human he really is, is gone. Wiped. "Dead's the word you're looking for. Stone-cold dead." Jason tells himself the story: they were alone in the house, and high on a drug that makes you act crazy sometimes, so he must have done it: "But I don't know why! And honest to God, I loved her!" Andy screams about how he hated her, hated Maudette and Dawn, and Jason shakes his head -- they're collaborating on this, in Jason's mind, trying to figure out why and how he is the Killer, and Andy keeps tossing out the wrong theories and clues and evidence, and it's frustrating because he just wants to solve the mystery, and Andy keeps interjecting his personal shit and weirdness and fucked up hateful theories, when the fact is, if he did it, the mystery is in this room and it needs to be solved. Jason is the mystery.