"I was planning on it," he answers, some of the edge gone from his voice all at once. He may be willing to leave Merritt trapped in his own head forever, but the rest of the Horsemen have done nothing to deserve the same treatment.

That said, he pushes away from the wall where he's been leaning, and turns to head for the door. The sound of the locks unbolting are deafening in the silence. "Nice knowing you, McKinney."

And then he's gone. The locks snap back into place all on their own and with a note of finality.