Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-one  
 Josh Collins
 
     Mr. Collins realized he was being pursued. He drove in a way that made it impossible for the pursuer to catch up. During this time, Miss Moyes remained silent, her gun lowered; she seemed genuinely frightened.
   After a while, Mr. Collins got out of the car and leaned against the front hood, waiting for Amy.
   Amy, after moments of silence and being alone in the car, finally stepped out with the gun held cautiously. She approached Mr. Collins.
   While Mr. Collins looked down at the gun, he asked, "Are you still planning to shoot?"
   "Absolutely. If I don't get an answer to my question," Amy replied.
   "But you won't answer my question, nor will you shoot. True, I'm an old man, but I don't like threats or death. Anyone who threatens me regrets it."
   "Are you threatening me?"
   "It depends on your answer."
   "Which question?"
   "You, do you consider me responsible for that incident?"
   Amy said, "You and Scott are the main culprits in this whole affair. All the pain and suffering over the years are because of you both. And the person who sent that snow globe?"
   "What did you say?"
   "During this time of living with Scott, I realized it's your sister's habit, which is still strange because it's related to the distant past."
   Josh said, "It doesn't matter; listen. Scott may be guilty, but I didn't do anything. I swear. Do you believe my words?"
   Amy laughed nervously and, while handing the gun to Mr. Collins, said, "I don't believe your words. Life is a big lie; happiness is nothing but a mental illusion that people become trapped in after a moment of calm in this life. I have a pessimistic view! But the reality is, isn't it? It seems secluded here, so end this life."
   As the gun trembled in Mr. Collins' hand, he said with a shaky voice, "I'm not a killer." It was a truth he had just discovered; he was more afraid of disrupting the order and tranquility of his current life than of being threatened or dying, which apparently was happening.