Laughter or not, justice came, as it always does.
It’s amazing how people get an attack of conscience when they’re safely tucked away in their beds.
There’s always a moment, isn’t there? Before the attack, the advance, the bombardment, the chaos… A moment of absolute calm.
The killer’s not out there. The killer is in here. It is one of us.
Justice comes to all.
If that’s your sense of humour, there’s something wrong with your wiring. Time for the funny farm.
This is the peace before the carnage.
No-one’s coming for us. We won’t be leaving the island. This is the end.
It’s a relief to come to the end, to know that it’s over.
I trust you’re not going to unravel on us, Miss Claythorne. Hysterical women are so boring.