He woke up in a daze, bloody knife in one hand and helpless hostage in the other. He’s done it again, except this time he’s about to kill the love of his life.
He’s lost control like this before, so he knows what’s coming next. He has five minutes of clarity before the madness sets in again.
Five minutes to spend desperately trying to figure out the combination lock. Or five minutes to spend with her, their last for forever.