It was at this point that all my planned chains of events came together, leading to an event that could not be called anything other than an 'unfortunate accident'. The hatch cover didn't fly to the side. It fell almost to the same spot, cutting off the girl's head so successfully. After that, the cracked cast-iron pancake turned again and again closed the sewer’s opening. A second later, a chilling howling of Carter rang out from the sewer, and a bloodied head had just fallen.

The effect of all this 'artistic production' was stunning. The teacher lost consciousness from the sight of the decapitated body and only regained consciousness in the late afternoon. The horror of what she saw was so strong that she literally blocked out her memories of this meeting, wishing just to forget about everything and return to the ordinary gray ordinary life.

Carter survived, but broke his left leg, plus a minor upper respiratory burn and carbon monoxide poisoning. An ambulance immediately took him to St George's Hospital. It wasn't the best medical hospital in the area, but it was the closest to the scene.

Billy, Alex, and Clear got away with shock and the realization of what kind of fate might be waiting for them all in the near future. On tuesday evening, the trio decided to visit Carter, who was in the hospital. Alex kept trying to save everyone, not realizing that no one was particularly interested in his help.

"Hi, Carter" - The prophet said casually, as if nothing had happened. - "How are you?"

Hooligan would be happy to swear at the top of his voice, but now it was aching from the burn, so he could only grunt in response.

"I wish I hadn't seen you. What are you doing here?"

Carter was lying on the bed, entangled in tubes and wires. An oxygen tube was attached to his nose, a drip was stuck in his right hand, and his left leg was suspended by a stretcher balanced by a decent-sized weight. A cardio meter was connected to his chest near the heart, measuring the frequency and depth of the pulse. The room, like all the equipment in it, gave the impression of picked up from the garbage dump. The Windows were 'flaunted' with peeling paint and murky glass, the bed creaked at the slightest movement, and the cardio meter gave the impression that it was the first industrial example of this type of device, developed in the mid-twentieth century.

"We wanted to see you." - Billy said, holding out a box of candy. - "Here, please take."

“Thank you.” - Billy was a classmate of Carter, so at least he didn't take it personally.

"Carter..." - Alex began his 'pre-election' speech again. – “I'm sorry to hear about Terry's death, but you have to listen to me. We are all in danger. The explosion of the plane was not accidental. All people who sat on it had to die. We managed to escape, but death is still hunting us. Ted and Terry were at the top of the list. But this is not the end. We need to stick together to be able to figure out the design of death and escape from it.

"What do you suggest?" - Carter asked skeptically, still feeling a sinking feeling of fear in his chest. The whole thing with the sewer manhole showed him that he, too, is not immune to 'accidental' death.

But before Alex could begin to explain his plan, which of course he didn't have, another visitor came into the room. It was a Valerie Lewton, a schoolteacher. She finally gained willpower to go see her pupil.

“Oh. Are you all here?” - She astonished when she examined the company. - "I am so glad that you have reconciled and have come to see your comrade. Carter, this is for you.”

With these words, the woman gave to patient a bouquet of flowers. He made no attempt to accept it, but the teacher understood it in her own way.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I'll put them in a vase.”

With these words, Valerie grabbed a vase standing on the nightstand near the entrance and went to the sink, where she turned on the cold-water tap. At the same time, she did not let go of the bouquet. All her activity was filled with nervous fuss. Students watched the woman in silence, trying to find words, which made the situation even more nervous.

"Here, it's done!" - The teacher said, shoving the bouquet in water-filled vase.

At the same time, she did not take into account that according to Archimedes' law, a body submerged in water pushes out this very water, so that a jet of water splashed out of the vase, which fell directly on the cardio meter. It hummed and began to sparkle. Alex immediately noticed the wires running from the device to the Carter. He rushed to the patient and began to pull the wires from him, not caring about how he was feeling at the same time. On the one hand, Carter didn't want to be electrocuted, but on the other, unexpected 'help' at the moment brought him much more problems and painful sensations. A small confrontation ensued, which resulted in Alex losing his balance and falling onto the bed, shifting his broken leg to the side. Then Carter screamed in pain and pushed Alex away with all his strength. At the same time, he almost flew off the bed from the side of the window.

The antediluvian stretch system for a broken leg could not withstand such treatment, and one of the pins in it flew out of the fastener. As a result, the entire structure began to fall apart, causing one of the counterweight weights to suddenly spin on a hinge and fly towards the visitors. Alex instinctively dodged a piece of iron flying at his head. But behind him was dumbfounded Valerie, trying to figure out what was going on. To save her, the guy pushed the woman in her chest. But he did not take into account that behind the teacher was the same sparkling cardio meter. Woman fell on top of it, then a bolt of electricity strike into her back. It wasn't fatal, but it was quite painful.

“A-Ah!!!” - She screamed, throwing the vase of flowers aside and rolling to the floor. – “It's you! Killer! Get away!”

With these words, Valerie rushed out of the room, leaving the students trying to figure out how it could have come to this. Someone might think that this whole scene was another attempted murder, but in fact I constructed these events to prevent the teacher from contacting with her students. If Alex had time to tell her about his suspicions, the woman may became too cautious, so it would be not easy to kill her. Now Valerie Lewton began to suspect her student of organizing all these deaths, which further shattered her mental state.

While the students were trying to 'save' at least Carter, I followed the woman, who went straight to her home. It was already getting dark outside, so it was dusk when she reached her destination. Putting car in the garage, Valerie stumbled into the house and closed the door on all the locks. Then she leaned against the wall and slid down it. Her mind was in turmoil, her back was aching, and it was a good reason to get drunk and forget everything.

First of all, Valerie went to the kitchen, get a bottle of whiskey from refrigerator, and poured herself a whole mug of booze, which she immediately gulped down. She didn't stop there and poured a second mug. After taking a sip of the icy hot drink, the woman decided to examine the wound on her back, for which she undressed to the waist. However, after that she realized that she didn’t have eyes on the backside and she will not see her wounds. She took another sip of whiskey and staggered into the bedroom where the trellis was located. When she reached the coveted piece of furniture, she set the whiskey mug on it and began to look at her back. The lighting from the lamp here was somewhat unsuccessful, and the street was already dark and the light from the window 'was not enough'.

Cursing herself, Valerie went to the kitchen to get a table lamp. But on the way she realized that iced whiskey was not the best drink for a healthy throat, so she decided to make herself some tea. She filled a kettle, put it on the stove, and lit the gas. After that, the woman took the lamp and went back to the bedroom. There was no suitable outlet to turn on the light, so Valerie ran the wire across the aisle and put the lamp itself on the nightstand next to the trellis.

Finally, after normal lighting, she was able to examine her back and noticed a slightly bleeding burn that was dangerously close to her spine. It was obvious that the wound needed to be treated and bandaged. Since it might take too many bandages, Valerie decided to stick a bandage with a band-aid.

The first-aid kit was in the kitchen, and woman who was already fairly drunk, almost tripped over a lamp wire that stretched across the aisle. In the first aid kit, she used a bandage to create a dressing, smeared it with healing ointment, and attached a long piece of plaster to the top. After that, this structure could be glued to her back, for which it was necessary to see the wound. So, Valerie headed back to the bedroom. She almost tripped over the wire again, reached the trellis, and was just about to put the bandage on when the kettle began to boil in the kitchen.

With an exasperated sigh, the teacher put down the band-aid, carefully stepped over the wire, and headed to the kitchen. There she poured boiling water into a mug, dropped a packet of tea into it, added a couple of lumps of sugar, and went back to the bedroom to finish the 'treatment'. But at the end of the journey, she relaxed from the rolling intoxication, took a sip of hot tea, spat out almost boiling water and successfully tripped over a wire stretched in the passage.

Unable to keep her balance, Valerie flopped on the floor, spilling tea, and on top of it fell a lamp, which, of course, broke. The exposed contacts hit the victim of circumstances directly on her back, adding another good shock. The woman managed to throw back the lamp and crawl forward, receiving another weak electric shock from getting her hand into a puddle of water, in which the broken bulb was now sparking.