Cutty, being an expert in reading people's intentions (and by that I mean being an absolute turnip at it) gleefully misread Ethan's slightly vulnerable tone in the answer to his question as that which might be used for guilt. Aha! He'd caught him! That was practically a confession. No water boarding required.

The sensation that he could die was registering as thrilling in Cutty's broken little brain, as was the fear. He wanted to play and he had to find a way to prolong this feeling. But would Brooke, the would-be accessory to his murder agree to continuously supply him? It might give her a chance to ...Whoops! Slip him a little something.

But what if she didn't? What if she was a Stabitha Jones in the making and preferred more direct methods? What if...

SHE WAS BACKING OUT???!!

Ethan had gotten up and started feeling guilty and that only left Brook.

"Don't yer get cold feet now, Andrews. I'm sure yer had a de...AaAAkh!" He shouted and stood up quite quickly. Bending down immediately, Cutty examined the source of the pain. He lifted his trouser leg and pulled down the sock. A large, swollen red bump and then another right next to it. "There's spiders in here." He informed them. His heart racing ever more now, not just for previous thoughts but for potential happenings now that spiders were in the picture.