Crestside, Maine

"Ah! I see you've found my masterpiece" He laughed joining her at the typewriter.

The white page had been laughing at him for three days now. No matter how hard he tried, nothing he could muster would form into an idea.

"For a while, I thought about writing ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JOHN A DULL BOY over and over, then send it off to Martin and tell him that was the new book" He joked, fingering one of the keys. "I don't know... I just really haven't been inspired yet" John sighed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "You're an avid reader... Have you ever written anything?" He questioned, looking over her head at the snow blind demon crammed into the old Royal.

She looked around every where and there was barely anyone outside. What was everyone afraid of? She then got the keys to her house and began to walk towards the neighborhood. She looked everyone for a sign of life and there was no one. She found her house and when she walked into the house she got a creepy feeling. Almost like she was being watched. She looked around and there was no one there. She went up the creeky stairs and found her room. Violet locks herself in her room and grabs a pillow and a blanket sits down in a corner and falls asleep. She tried to sleep but it was so hard because she had so much things racing through her head. Maybe he wanted her dead or her mom? She was afraid that the man who killed the women would find her. 10 minutes later she finally passes out but is then quickly awaken to a banging at the door.

She smiled, her fingers slowly stroking the lonely keys. She looked at John from the corner of her eyes, and then back to the blank paper shaking her head.

"I wouldn't even dare try. I rather just stick to reading everyone else's work. I think I would really suck at it." she smiled, looking back up to him, pushing her shoulder against his with a nudge.

"You really haven't been inspired?" she frowned, "I thought I changed all that." she laughed, looking away.

"Everything going on here, would make for a great story. A number one seller. You'd make the killer more famous than he already is."

John pushed her playfully.

"You know you're more than enough inspiration for me, Red" He laughed. "The murders would make a great story, but I need more information before I can start writing. Moonbeam Lake would be a perfect place to hide out cause we'd be alone and we could snoop around like detectives" He said, looking at her. "What do ya say? Wanna be my sexy partner? We'd be like Nancy Drew and..." He thought for a moment "The only duo I can think of is The Hardy Boys, but you are way too pretty for that" John said with a wink.