You- You dirty bird, how could you?

What?

She can't be dead! Misery Chastain cannot be dead!

Annie, in 1871, women often died during childbirth. But her spirit is the important thing, and Misery's spirit is still alive.

[shaking Paul's bed violently]

I DON'T WANT HER DEAD! I WANT HER! AND YOU MURDERED HER!

No... I didn't.

WHO DID?!

No one, she... she died. She just slipped away.

SLIPPED AWAY?! SLIPPED AWAY?! SHE DIDN'T JUST SLIP AWAY! YOU DID IT! [She grabs the wooden stand of a potted plant and pulls it away, causing the pot to fall and crash on the floor] YOU DID IT! YOU DID IT! YOU DID IT! YOU DID IT! YOU MURDERED MY MISERY! [hits the wall with the stand, breaking it into several pieces] I thought you were good, Paul, but you're not good, you're just a lying ol' dirty birdy. And I don't think I better be around you for a while. [walks back towards the hallway, before turning towards Paul again] And don't even think about anybody coming for you. Not the doctors. Not your agent. Not your family. Because I never called them. Nobody knows you're here. And you better hope nothing happens to me. Because if I die, you die.