After several hours have passed I finally return. I smile as I see Amy but stumble in pain. "Damn, the pain is so great. I hope that Amy understands," I say. Blood drips from my clutched arm and I sit down in a chair and sigh. I grit my teeth and remove my hand to show an iron stake buried in my arm. Taking a firm hold of the stake I grit my teeth in agony and rip it out. More blood pours from the wound but I am too weak to move.