Rick's point of view: "... wasn't me." Dale said. Dale looked into my eyes. He did not avert my gaze at all. "You're lying." I snarled as I released my grasp on his collar. "Lying?!" Dale snorted, "How could you even prove that the STALKER was ME?!" "First, you don't want to tell me where you have gone yesterday." I scoffed at him. Dale looked at me weirdly. "And so? It does not mean I stalked Chelsea. I mean, I have Regina after all." "If that is so, why are you keeping your last night's 'activity' a secret from me?" I retorted. Dale blushed. "It's embarrassing." Even though I was tickled with intense curiosity about what happened last night, I still decided to continue questioning him. "What about that Rolex watch?" I scoffed, "When did you buy THAT?!" Dale gave me a confused look. "How can my Rolex watch be an evidence of me being a stalker?!" "The stalker and you are wearing the same watch of the same brand." I explained ignorantly. Dale sighed. "Well, I was walking down Lula Street when a long-time friend stopped his car infront of me and offered the Rolex watch for a cheap price." My eyes widened in surprise. "LULA STREET?! That place is near Chelsea's house!" Dale's eyes popped out. "That means, this long time friend of mine is ... Chelsea's stalker?!" "It's possible." I answered, "Does that friend of yours know me?" "Absolutely." Dale nodded. "Then... what is his name?" I asked nervously. Dale gulped. "His name is... *RING*