Angie ran up the metal staircase, leading to Rollie's bedroom, and went straight to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.

She leaned against the door, breathing hard and close to tears, putting her head in her hands. Running her hands though her hair, Angie started undressing and got into the shower.

Stepping under the hot water, and grabbing a bar of soap, she started washing off the smell, feel, and touch of her attacker. She just couldn't get rid of it. She still felt and smelled it. The smell of his thick smelling cologne. And the feel of his large hands touching her.

Angie started to cry and leaned against the wall behind her, as Rollie's words echoed in her head. He was wrong, she could and would deal with this herself. She didn't need his or anyone else's help.

She turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and started drying herself. After getting dressed, she moved into the bed room and went to sit on Rollie's bed. She wasn't ready to go down and face him.

Rollie looked up from the work he was doing, dissecting a perfectly fine monster, to look at the clock. It read five seventeen. Angie had been upstairs for over an hour, without coming down.

Rollie heard the shower turn on about five minutes after she disappeared upstairs. It had been the second one she had taken that day already. When they got back from the police station that morning, she had taken one. The doctor had warned Rollie that Angie might start taking compulsive showers. To, as Dr. MacBride put it, 'wash the rapist away'. He knew from hearing the water turn off a long time ago, that she wasn't still taking a shower.

He thought of going to check on her, but decided against it. If anything was wrong he would've heard it, probably.

Ten minutes later, Rollie jerked his head up from his work as a blood curdling scream filled the air. He dropped the monster and screwdriver he held in his hands and ran up the stairs.  Reaching his room, he found Angie laying on the bed, twisting and turning and kicking all over the place, obviously having a nightmare.

He went over to her, and started gently shaking her shoulders, trying to wake her. "Angie? Wake up."

Angie felt someone bend over her, shaking her shoulders. She pushed at him, trying to get him away. He still kept a grip on her shoulders, shaking her. Angie made a fist and it connected with the man's face. She heard him cry out, curse slightly, and let go of her. Angie opened her eyes and saw Rollie stumble back off the bed.