[She looks at Lisa, then at the phone. She shrugs. Figures. Some of the details of how she got here, what came before, it frays at the edges of her mind. But she remembers her encounter with Krouse.

With Coil. She doesn't want to see him again either. So she moves closer, standing opposite her and resting her back against the wall.

She doesn't reach for the phone.] Is now the time where I deliver an extended speech about how murder is never the answer? Or say that if you kill him, you'll be just like him? Is that appropriately sanctimonious and annoying?

[The limbs behind Amy, a neverending cascade of flesh, they shift. She tries not to look at this reflection of Taylor. Even when it feels like it's staring straight at her. Thinking of the doll still sends shivers up her spine.]

He set you up with the bank robbery. Where we fist "met."