"She shouted for help, screamed and shrieked, and thrashed again. He simply watched until she was winded. Then she finally spoke. "I was in the kitchen--" "Now you're not." She was stirring honey into hot tea. She had not heard him enter. Did not hear him approach. She never knew he compressed her carotid artery, cut off the oxygen to her brain, and put her to sleep. She had not seen him until this moment when she opened her eyes, there in the moonlit desert. "Dennis"