Tell Annabelle to come with you
From Create Your Own Story
"Let's both go look for Jack," you say. "Holly's not going anywhere."
Annabelle shrugs, then nods.
"You first," you say.
"Still don't trust me, huh?"
"Nothing personal. You'd do the same if the roles were reversed."
Annabelle shrugs again, then walks slowly out of the room. You follow her. When the two of you find Jack, you quickly explain what happened. He has a look of pure disbelief on his face. "That's impossible!"
"It happened," says Annabelle simply. "Marina saw it." Jack continues to shake his head.
"Come with us, Jack," you say. "We'll see what Holly has to say and we'll get this whole thing straightened out. I'm sure there's a logical explanation."
When the three of you reach the side room, Holly is sitting up, shaking her head dizzily. As soon as she sees Annabelle, her face contorts into an expression of rage. "Backstabbing witch!" She reaches for a ceremonial dagger on the wall and hurls it at Annabelle. The nurse, showing incredible reflexes, catches the dagger in midair and hurls it back at Holly. The blade flies into Holly's chest with a THUNK and she falls dead to the floor.
"NOOOOOOO!" cries Jack, bending over his dead wife. You hold him comfortingly.
When Jack has finally calmed down somewhat, he looks at Annabelle, tears in his eyes. "How could you?!"
"She tried to kill me! Twice! You saw it with your own eyes! And Marina saw it the first time!"
"But to throw the knife back at her..."
"I just reacted on pure instinct! Jack, believe me, killing her is the last thing I wanted to do. But she lost her mind! She accused me of trying to seduce you. You know that isn't true."
Jack takes a deep breath. "Be that as it may, you still killed my wife. I can't...I can't live with that. I can't live with you. I can't let you stay in the castle anymore. You'll have to leave."
"No, Jack, please! There's a zombie apocalypse out there! Kicking me out is sending me to my death!"
Jack pauses for a moment, but then shakes his head. "How can I look across the breakfast table at you every morning, after seeing you fling a dagger into my wife's heart?"
"Jack, you're not yourself right now. At least sleep on it before sending me away." Annabelle turns to you. "Marina, tell him."
You take a deep breath as you decide what to say.
