He is innocent.

Dylan struggled, his body tensing, his mind clawing desperately to escape the nightmare's grip. He groaned again, his limbs twitching as though he were fighting an invisible force. But the nightmare's hold was unyielding, keeping him trapped in its depths.

In the next scene, he saw Ava lying limp in the pool of blood. "No, no—this can't be happening!" he cried, dropping to his knees and pulling her into his arms. "You can't leave me, Ava. Stay with me. Please, stay with me." His tears fell freely. "Nothing will happen to you. I'll take you to the hospital."

He carried her out of the house and drove straight to the hospital. But the moment he arrived; the crushing blow came.

"I'm sorry," the doctor said gravely. "She didn't make it."

Dylan staggered backward, his mind refusing to process the words. "No, no…she can't be dead. She can't leave me."

The next words pierced him even deeper. "She was pregnant."