The sounds of a woman crying fill his mind and he tries to block it out by squeezing his eyes shut tightly. She yells at him, her tone angry and distraught.

Sarah: How could you just kill them like that?

Steve: What? They were-

Sarah: You don’t even care do you?

Steve: It’s not like that.

Sarah: It is like that, you wanted to do it, I could tell! We can all tell!

Steve opens his eyes and returns to the notebook in his hands. Flashbacks like this one, random fragments of memory which seem to be triggered by the simplest of cues, while traumatic, are welcome. Any clue as to what happened in the last few days