Another letter arrived, spilling confetti on his floor and notifying him of Lake's demise by drowning. Not her best joke. She had enjoyed taunting him from the beginning, saving him for the very end. He remembered the young woman she used to be, the young woman he and his colleagues had experimented on. She was frightened then, pleading with him to end her suffering. But he ignored her, obsessed with thoughts of fame and fortune should the experiment succeed. The last time he saw her, her powers had manifested, and the terrified look in her eyes was replaced by maniacal glee and hatred as she tore through laboratory screaming knock knock jokes.
“She's coming for me.” He was now the only one left. He wondered how she would do it, and hoped his death would at least make for a good punchline.