(http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr159/palmer_eldridge/Murder%20Island/43050_4.jpg)<br/><br/>It is unclear what snapped him out of his thoughts.  Was it Linda's voice, saying something about the police? Or maybe the rumbling sound coming from the stairs?<em>"Nobody touches anything"</em>. He shouted as he turned around, heading for the stairs.<em>"What the fuck!  God no!  This can't be happening!"</em>The words escaped him as he saw the motionless body of his not so long ago girlfriend at the bottom of the stairs.<br/><br/>He run down the stairway and kneeled right beside Millie.<em>"Millie! Millie honey, talk to me!"</em>But he knew from the angle of her head to the rest of her body, that no sound would ever come out of those once full of life and passion lips.<br/><br/><em>"This can't be happening!  The two women i love most in the world are now dead. And all this in one day. All this in this God forsaken island</em>. He suddenly got the feeling that all this was a bad, drug-induced nightmare. A nightmare so real, he found himself unable to wake up and escape, but a nightmare still.<em>"That's it!  It's a fucking nightmare! None of this morning's unspeakable things have really happened!"</em>. The thought of waking up to find everything as it should be, gave him hope, although he felt his knees unable to hold his weight and sat down, besides Millie's body.<br/><br/><em>"I must wake up. Wake up. <strong>WAKE THE FUCK UP!</strong>"</em>