Presently, Rosalind is reeling with the abject panic of bludgeoning the image of Robert to death with a plank. The gore is all over her as she staggers towards Edward, standing over him, regarding his bleeding form with a steely stare.

And then he grins. She sees red, and it isn't just his blood.

"Shut up," she hisses, raising the bloody bat above her head...and then bringing it down hard on Edward's.

"...Shut up."