In the parlor Sookie grabs the gun, cocks it at him and fires on him as he's smiling, but he shows her the shells he pocketed from the mantle. (She deserves it needs it wants to die that's why she fucks them fangers...) She screams once, bashing him in the head just as he's removing his belt for the last time. Out into the yard she runs, squealing to herself, and hurls the useless gun into the bushes. "Get back here, you fucking bitch!" he shouts, bleeding and in hot pursuit, chasing her toward the graveyard.

Cindy was getting ready for work, one of the first of the fangbangers, two years ago: she looked at the marks on her neck and frowned to herself. "Nothing that'll cover up what you done," said Drew. Cindy called him a freak for watching her get dressed, touching a spark. That word "freak," that attraction and repulsion to the night and the strangeness of the larger world, watch for them. They are the secret origin of Drew, and the reason Jason could never have been the killer. Listen. "You're the freak, Cindy. You're the damn freak. Fuckin' freak. Fuck! Spread your legs for a dead man? Mama'd roll over in her grave..."

Rene chases Sookie: "I'll teach you, you bitch!"

Drew took off his belt: to teach her a lesson, in a world without fathers, it falls to our brothers to remind us where the world ends. Where the limits are; to reminds ourselves in the process. And Cindy asked him what the eff he was thinking; shortly after, she was dead, and her brother grieved for her, wept and screamed, and retreated to the sunlight corner of the world where Death has no dominion.

Rene yowls in the sunlight, trying to chase away the Drew memories as Sookie unravels them. "Get out! I can feel you in my head!"

Drew killed Maudette, and that night Rene got so torqued up he had to go visit the Rattrays, to buy some weed. Denise was looking murderous and crazed; Mack bore the marks of the chain from Jason's truck around his neck. It looked like his sister's neck, when he was done. Red and welted and angry. The memories keep coming: Dawn thought he was Jason, back for more. Jason and Drew, Drew and Jason; the first time the killer visited, it was a joke. She turned into Liam for a moment, and Jason turned into Drew, and the shapes shifted around them in the night. Drew put that to rest: "Die, fangfucker!" he screamed. And then Amy, who never even fucked a vampire, but threatened the world nonetheless, more than he could handle. Things have a way of working themselves out. "Stay the fuck out of my head! Fuck!" Rene twists and turns, in a sun-dappled lane, screaming to himself; fighting for Drew's body, to get away from the nightmares.