He opened his eyes again only when he heard the sound of Annie's key in the lock of the outside door. The door to his room was open and he watched her coming down the hall in her boots and her man's shirt, which was splashed with blood. He wanted to say something, to tell her not to cut anything else off his body because he would die - he would make himself die; but no real sounds came out of his mouth. 'I'll come to you later,' she said. She closed his door and locked it; she had fitted a new Kreig lock on it. He turned his head and looked dully out of the window. He could see only the lower half of the policeman's body, since his head was still under the lawnmower. The lawnmower was nearly on its side, up against the police car. It was supposed to 66 cut grass, not people's heads, so it had fallen over - but the accident had unfortunately not hurt Annie. Paul felt terribly sorry for the young man, but was surprised to find another feeling mixed in with the sorrow. He recognized the feeling as envy. The policeman would never go home to his wife and children if he had them, but he had escaped Annie Wilkes. Annie came round the corner of the house. She grabbed the policeman's bloody hand and pulled him down to the barn. She drove the police car into the barn and then she drove the lawnmower closer to the barn. There was blood all over the lawnmower. She fetched a large plastic bag and began to tidy up. She whistled while she picked up pieces of uniform, the gun and the broken cross, and her face was calm and clear. She took the bag to the barn doors and threw it inside. She came back to the front of the house and stopped outside Paul's window. She picked up the vase and passed it to him politely through the broken window. 'Here you are, Paul,' she said. 'I'll clean up the little pieces of glass later.' For a second he thought of bringing the heavy vase down on to the back of her head as she bent over. But then he thought what she would do to him if he failed to kill her - and the vase was not heavy enough for him to be sure that he would kill her with it. She looked up at him through the hole in the window. 'I didn't kill him, you know,' she said. 'You killed him. If you had kept your mouth shut he would have left here safely. He'd be alive now and there would be none of this horrible mess to clean up.' 'Yes,' said Paul. 'And what about me?' 'I don't know what you mean.' 'He had my picture,' Paul said. 'You picked it up just now and put it in your pocket. You know what that means. If a 67 policeman had my picture, then my car has been found. They're looking for me, Annie, and you know it. Why do you think the policeman was here?' 'I don't know what you're talking............