After a while I realised I should be doing something better than lying here, crying. That was no way to solve things. I looked down at Frank, hardly visible down in the canyon. There was only one thing to do, and I had to do it quickly.

I ran back to where Frank and I had come from, followed the trail untill I came back to the car. I got in and drove home as fast as my old car could. It was already dark when I got home. I turned on the lights and dove into the closets and cabinets. Soon, a pile of clothes, sleepingbags and our small tent filled the bedroom. The clothes I packed into a bag, the sleepingbags and the tent I threw straight into the car. Then I tried to rest for a couple of hours, before I had to get back in the car.

At three in the night, I decided I had to get going. I couldn't be sure how long Frank would be unconscious, so I hurried to get to the car. I felt immensely tired when I turned the keys in the ignition. This was no life for a woman in the prime of her life! I moaned softly. Suddenly, I longed for my bed, hugs from Frank and making love in the dark. Maybe a lit candle, maybe a glass of wine. That was so far from the truth, that tears came into my eyes.

“I can stop this myself.” I whispered in the silence of the night. “Yes, I can.” I started the engines. I had to keep on lying for a little bit longer, but then, I swore to myself, I'll never, ever do this stupid murderthing again. It felt good, so I shook off the fatigue and started driving. Again, I drove for more that two hours, untill I came to the familiar parkingspot. Of course it was deserted.

I grabbed the sleepingsbags, the tent and the bag of clothes. It was heavy and clumsy to carry, and I tried clumsily to hold them in a more comfortable way. I locked the car, and started walking. The sun was just rising, so I could see a bit better where I went then before.

Panting and sweating I came to the place where Frank had fallen down. Well, fallen... anyway, I started to search for a place where I could climb down. I followed the path for a while, but there was no way down. I started to get nervous, and left my stuff behind to be able to walk faster. After a while, that seemed like hours, I found a steep and small path that winded itself downward along the canyonwall. I went back to get the luggage, and hurried down the canyon. Sometimes one of the bags' handles got stuck behind some brush, and I nervously pulled it loose. In the deep shadows I couldn't see very well, and I twisted my ankles on some stupid rocks. But finally, I got down.

While the light got brighter and brighter, I carefully found my way through the canyon. I felt very nervous, because it'd taken me way too long to get to Frank. Suddenly, I heard some noise. I kneeled behind a tree, and then I saw someone with a bright blue sweater. He was sitting on the ground, shivering.

“O, my God.” I whispered. Frank was definitely looking around for me, and muttered to himself. Probably something like: “Damn you, Mandy, where are you, you murdering bitch!” There was nothing I could do to change this horrible situation, except for killing him again. I had done that once before, but what good had it brought me? I'd felt miserable, but on the other hand, if I didn't do anything now, I'd feel terrible too. Maybe Frank was himself thinking what he should do, but if he'd get up he would probably go to the police.

I had to act right now! Murderous Mandy came into action, she took me over. Like a skilled spy I snuck away, and made a circulour movement around Frank, I climbed the steep wall for a while, untill I couldn't get any higher. I was behind Frank now, and some 40 feet above him. This part of the canyon was rocky, and I searched for a large boulder. There were lots of loose rocks here, and I used a stick to pry one loose.

The rock went crashing down, taking with him a lot of his brothers and sisters. With a noise like a thunderstorm large boulders fell down the hill, and when Frank turned around in horror, he didn't have time to move a finger. The first stone hit him in the shoulder, the next ones smashed into his chest and face. After that, he disappearred in a cloud of dust. Thundering, the rocks landed on top of eachother, untill there was nothing of Frank to be seen.

Slowly, I climbed down. I didn't feel a thing, except tiredness. I sat down next to Franks grave. What could ever put an end to this drama? I thought. There was nothing I could do, because I'd allways kill again, and get myself into trouble. I glanced at the stones, and a thought hit me. What if I didn't dig up Frank? If he came alive under there, he'd die of oxygen deprivation. And then he'd get back to live. But then, he'd die of the crushing weight of those stones. How would that be? Would Frank be condemned to eternal half death if I left him there?

I shook my head. Maybe Frank was condemned, but I was too. I couldn't leave him there, but maybe... If I did, maybe I'd be free. Maybe this was just because Frank and I were this odd couple to whom this happened. I wouldn't try killing another man. Maybe, just maybe, this was my way out.

I sat there, staring at Franks grave. Or tomb. Or prison. I couldn't make up my mind, because, was this an end I wished for him? It wasn't even an ending, it would be eternal hell. Because there was nothing to do now, and even if Frank woke up it wouldn't matter if I would be here, I started putting up the tent. There was no reason why I couldn't take a nap. It'd been a hard night. Once my sleepingbag was in the tent, I laid down and closed my eyes.