My throat hurts, feels like it's been scratched. God, Frank, there's blood on my hand where I touched my throat! What could have happened?
Your eyes. They look so strange. So cold and distant. I've never seen you like this.
Where am I going? Why to the bathroom, of course, to wipe the blood off my neck. I must have scratched myself in my sleep.
You're shaking your head No. And what have you got in your hand under the covers? What is it? Frank, don't be like this. You're scaring me.
The cover dropped off your hand, and I see the knife. There is blood on the tip of the blade. Did you use the knife, Frank? Did you use the knife on me to cause me to bleed?
No, Frank. Get away from me, or I'll scream. Your eyes--so cold and dark. Please, please put down the knife. Let me help you, darling. We can work everything out.
No, Frank! Put the knife down. Not my eyes!
Oh, Frank, what's happening? Don't you love me anymore?