marge'll probably make her walnut pie again. i thought i'd do meringues this year. try something different. don't you think?
you like my meringues, don't you?
jimmy. let the boy eat. logan piles eggs onto a slice of buttered toast.
now you've got him started. you need more of anything? logan, smiling, holds up his hands to surrender. the smile fades when he sees the red laser dot appear on heather's shirt. heather hudson what's the matter, honey? logan dives across the table, trying to knock her out of the way, but the bullet beats him there, punching through the window frame and straight through heather hudson's heart. she collapses in logan's arms.