THE FOLLOWING SEASON 3 PROMOTIONAL фото 3X04 HOSTILE WITNESS

Rob entered the ‘Blueberry Cafe’ and scanned the entire Космос with his eyes, until he noticed Annabel sitting at the bar. Her boyfriend wasn’t there.
He walked up to the bar, and coughed to get her attention. “Evening, Anna” he said.
Annabel gasped as she recognized his voice, but focused on her drink rather than to face him.
“I can’t help but notice Little John is nowhere to be seen” Rob noted, his voice so low only Annabel could hear it.
“What do Ты want, Rob?” Annabel hissed, feeling her body tense from head to toe. “Vincent will be back any minute”
“You have something...

Four months later…
“Hey, how’s it going?” Susan snuck up behind Deb, who was deeply concentrated on her study material. Deb startled, and let out a long breath.
“Don’t do that” she reproached her friend breathlessly. “I’m a jumpy person”
“I saw the guy in the suit leave” Susan shrugged apologetically. “He’s an examiner, right?” Deb nodded, and when she didn’t elaborate, Susan continued: “Well, how did it go?”
Deb pretended to read, but then a little smile appeared on her face. “He сказал(-а) I did really well for someone who never went to high school”
“But you...

After Dale’s disastrous attempt at a proposal, Deb returned to her room. She had made a huge mistake, she realized that much. But she couldn’t force herself to live a lie like that. She had to get out of this place, but now was not a good time.
Now, people were flocking the hallway, guarding her door at any waking moment. She had to wait for the night. The night would be her ally, in this, most likely to fail, escape plan.
Night came, rather soon than late, and Deb waited in her bed, eyes wide open, still wearing the blue gown. Even if she hadn’t had it in her mind to run from this forsaken...

In the meantime, Dale was busy bossing everyone around. Usually, bossing people around was Agnes’ job, and she was quite good at it. The members of the community, literally, shitted their pants, when something didn’t go according to plan, because they were all afraid Agnes would take her anger out on them. Which she did.
Dale wasn’t that bad. He was just really nervous, and who could blame him? Everything had to be perfect, nothing could go wrong.
“Looks like Ты could use a hand”
Dale turned around and frowned annoyed. “What are Ты still doing here?” he hissed, glancing at his...

Just because Deb wasn’t allowed to leave her room, didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed any visitors. Shortly after Dale had locked her up inside, Mrs. Parker came by to keep Deb company.
By her enthusiasm, Deb guessed her mother knew what Dale was up to. She paced up and down the room, rambling on and on about silly things, that didn’t matter.
She finally stopped herself and turned to her daughter. “Tell me something” she ordered, breathless.
“Like what?” Deb shrugged.
“Anything” Mrs. Parker exclaimed, with widened eyes. “You’re going to have to do the talking, because I’m...

Because Deb hadn’t slept at all, she had no idea what time it was. All she knew, was that her stomach protested heavily, and she had to push herself up, in order to get, whatever it was that was upsetting her stomach so much, out.
She wiped her mouth, with the back of her hand, and then wiped her hand on what was left of the dress.
The basement door slammed, and she sat up, her eyes wide in fear. She recognized Agnes’ voice as Agnes was Пение and humming a song.
“Because I’m happy. Clap along if Ты feel like a room without a roof. Because I’m happy. Clap along if Ты feel like happiness-Oh...

The dripping noise, that had sounded for about three минуты so far, was driving Annabel crazy.
“Did Ты forget to close the tap?” she asked annoyed. There was a washing таблица against the wall, opposite Deb’s bed.
Deb didn’t reply.
“Great” Annabel mumbled, and she swung her legs off the bed, and put her feet on the ground. She cursed, when she stepped into something wet and tepid.
She reached for her lamp, and switched it on. When she realized she was standing in a puddle of blood, and Deb’s bleeding wrist hung lifelessly over the edge of the latter’s bed, she moaned.
She strolled...