The mystery of exactly how Kirsty died had never been solved. Kirsty had never been considered 'right in the head'; constantly going in and out of mental hospital, with conditions ranging from alcoholism and drug addiction to self-mutilation and suicide attempts. Jimmy had paid Bethlem Royal Hospital aka. 'Bedlam' through his nose to get his wife put in secure units; eventually, DBM (then known as Rekordfirma van Mouschi, after a merger with a small record company) signed a contract with Bedlam. Considering the kind of people that RvM/CBM/DBM signed, it had been a more than useful investment even after Kirsty died.

Her death could have been an accident - that was the easiest and generally accepted answer. But with Kirsty being so suicidal, had she been trying to kill herself, and wanted to take her husband with her? The autopsy had shown that the levels of alcohol and morphine in her blood were pretty high, nobody who wanted to wake up the next morning would have taken that much heroin. Or had she wanted to kill Jimmy, and hoped to get out herself? Jimmy had also been blamed, as only he knew that it was Kirsty and not himself who wanted to 'slip off somewhere', and that he would never try to kill anyone, let alone the love of his life. And then there was the other car, which smashed into them within seconds of them smashing into the wall. By the time Jimmy got out of the car, whoever was in it had gone. There was no trace of whoever it was, and no sign of anyone around but himself - and what was left of Kirsty.

Back to Peyton. Jimmy had never been unhappy to be a grandfather in his forties; he only wished that the grandmother was there with him. If he was married with kids in his early twenties, why shouldn't Fern be? She truly loved Mason, and they would make great parents. He had always helped along the way. After Fern was killed in the suicide bombing earlier this year, he had been even closer to the sextuplets; the last six missing links to Kirsty's bloodline. And there one was, the youngest by a few minutes, captured by someone who was as evil as Sophy-Cat was. Just as Sophy didn't give a damn about Fern, The Purger didn't give a damn about Peyton. The only reason that Fern died, and Peyton was captured, was to spite Jimmy. In both cases, it was Jimmy they wanted to kill - he was the real prize.

Jimmy kept on driving, faster and faster, not stopping for red lights. This fuckbucket can do what he wants to me, but he better not lay a finger on her! My Peyton .... my baby .... A cop was in hot pursuit, trying to stop him, but he just ignored the sirens. How could a speeding ticket matter right now?

Finally reaching the wall, his car screeched to a halt, and Jimmy saw the worst thing that he had seen since lifting Kirsty's mangled body out five years ago - Peyton wasn't sitting there crying any more. She wasn't even in one piece. The child had been cut up, as if she were a piece of meat in a butcher's shop. Jimmy got out of the car, barely able to move for shock. He bent down, his eyes full of tears. Wake up, Jimmy, wake up. This is a nightmare, this can't be real. Wake up ....

He heard the Moronic Changeling & Kamikaze Kate song 'Untouchable' start playing from somewhere nearby, a sign that The Purger was still near the wall - a sign that Jimmy really should have noticed, but all that he could think about was his grandchild. Suddenly, he felt a needle inject quickly into his neck. "Morphine," said a voice from behind, "Kirsty levels."

Jimmy would have run, but the quick, excessive dose of the drug was stopping him. His head was spinning, his body weakening. He was barely aware of the shirt being ripped off his back, and a knife carving in a circular motion, just deep enough to bleed, followed by eight linear cuts. The song was still playing, and the last words he heard that night were his own ....

"Do you .... think .... that you're untouchable!?"

As Jimmy lay there, faint, he was taken away in a body bag, but not before the mystery of Kirsty's death was finally solved.

Joshy walked down the steep, grassy hill to his house, trails of blood mixing with the grass as he walked. He felt faint, especially without his crutches or wheelchair, but he was determined to save Jimmy. He had lost part of his feet to save Raven Comatose - after pushing her out of the way of a flaming Molotov cocktail outside TDB, he'd jumped in the fire himself to attempt to put it out - Joshy had four toes remaining since (not four toes on one foot, four toes altogether), and Raven had later committed suicide, but she had lived to the age of 27, thanks to him. My feet are worth nothing compared to a life, he thought. If Jesus died for our sins, I as a servant of God can go through a little suffering for my friends' lives. It was more than a little in both cases, but Joshy was unwilling to admit that.

He went into his house and picked up the shoe cupboard, making sure that it was all locked up. He was glad that Bri wasn't in - she was Catholic too, but far from agreed with Joshy going through 'heroic' pain for others, especially when it came to his already-battered legs. If she saw him now, with nails in his feet, she would freak out. He tried not to scream as his back nearly cracked under the weight of the cupboard, tried not to collapse on his weak feet .... he had to bear his cross, and get back to the church. Then The Purger would give him the key, and they would both be free .... but it was never going to be that easy, was it?

After Joshy and his cupboard were back at the church, Brigid Kildare returned home. She checked her e-mails as usual, and noticed something out of the ordinary.

SO PURE? SO INNOCENT?
This video says otherwise.
Spread this around the internet and get Kamikaze Kate to St. Brig's
or Joshy and Jimmy die

The Purger

She took a look at the link. It can't be that bad, right? It was. No. That's got to be Joshy's face on the body of some other body that looks like Joshy's .... and it's ~her~ with him .... I CAN'T WATCH. HOW COULD HE!? She looked away and called up Kate.

She started spreading it on all the usual sites, hoping that it'd get a million hits a minute, setting up blogs which she'd take down later today; thinking about Kate's arrival to distract herself from thoughts about Joshy (Kate, for once in her life, sounded rational, it was usually the other way round - strange what a serial killer on the loose could do to you). It wouldn't be a short trip, hopefully Kate could borrow a private jet off the Kairiris or something. She lay back and took off her shoes, noticing a red stain on her left sole.

How had she stepped in blood!? This all made no sense, the video and calling Kate and then .... walking around the house to investigate, she noticed two sets of footsteps, there and back, to Joshy's bedroom. Looking in there, the shoe cupboard was gone. What has he done!?

She'd performed the rituals - the video was out there for all to see, and Kate was on her way. It was time for Bri to do some investigation .... she got in her car and drove to St. Brig's, trying to avoid looking at the footsteps of mixed blood and grass on the road. When she got there, they were unavoidable. She shuddered as she followed Joshy's lead down the steps to the confessionals, running towards a hammering noise, getting louder and louder, along with Joshy's screams ....