Everyone else has moved on. Believes the killings are in the past, but I can’t help but feel, there’s more to come…

Abby: Seven years ago,I left without saying goodbye. I never called. Never wrote.
Jimmy: Hey, that was a long time ago.
Abby: The day that Wakefield killed my mom,he almost killed me, too.
I was hiding by the side of the road. A truck stopped and distracted him. I was able to get away. It was your truck, Jimmy. You saved my life,and I never told you.
Jimmy: I saw you hiding after I stopped.
Abby: You knew? Why didn’t you say anything?
Jimmy: Guess I didn’t want you to think that you owed me anything.
Abby: But I… I owe you my life.
You ever…ever think about what might have happened if I didn’t leave?
Jimmy: You mean between us? Probably would have done a hell of a lot of camping.

Jimmy: Mornin’ Charlie.
Abby: Wait—Charlie. You call him Charlie?
Jimmy: She telling you about last night?
Abby: Ah—there’s nothing to tell.
Charlie: Don’t worry. Jimmy’s a fisherman. I’m used to his tall-tales.