Deus sat in his hiding spot, his mind whirling with the events of the previous evening....he had stayed up all night, afraid that if he slept he'd forget what he'd done. He needed to remember. He needed to remember that people were looking for him. He needed to remember that he was in trouble. He needed to remember that he'd hurt her. How was he going to get out of this? He started to think...which is never good in the mind of a mad man with sleep deprivation......