Rick's point of view: A Rolex watch?! Don't tell me that Dale was the... No! I can't judge my friend because of a watch. I mean, there were lots of people with Rolex watches. But really... It was a surprising coincidence. "Dale?" I called out. Startled, Dale quickly stood up. "Hi, Rick. Just workin' on my Chemistry experiment." "I can see that." I fakely smiled. I can't help but notice Dale's weird movements. I put my bag down and stared at Dale. Then, I noticed something on his arm. "A wound on the arm?" I thought aloud. I suddenly remembered that the stalker fell on his arm when he tried to ran away. Could it be that Dale was really the...? Dale quickly looked at me and covered his wound with his sleeves. "It's nothing." he murmured. He was acting suspiciously. "Where were you last night?" I asked as I sat down beside him. Dale looked startled as I asked him the question. "Um... Um..." he stammered. "I just want to know. I mean, you didn't call me like you usually do." I said. Dale looked at me and a drop of sweat fell down from his forehead. "I... I was busy." "Busy?" I repeated sarcastically, "With what?" "Things." Dale answered bluntly as he averted my gaze. Suddenly, I felt irritated because it seemed that Dale was just covering his "last night" activity. "What things? Why don't you want to tell me?" I asked, direct to the point. "I don't want to. I just did something." Dale answered firmly. That's it. I was too angry. I banged my fist on the table. "WHAT THINGS?! Like STALKING my girlfriend in the middle of the NIGHT?!" I angrily shouted. Dale looked confused. "What girlfriend? Chelsea?" I grabbed Dale's collar and banged him against the wall. "Don't PRETEND that you don't know, Dale. It angers me more." I threatened as I tightened my grip on his collar. Dale grabbed my hand as he gasped for breath. "I-It... ... wasn't me."