Bobby was furious, clenching his fists while his face got redder and redder. "That bitch...... I swear, I'm going to kill her!" Bobby said angrily, going outside and getting into his black muscle car before speeding off into the night. He got a pitch fork from his house and got back into his car, driving until he saw Rose's fire red hair from the back. "You asked for this!" He muttered, leaning out his window and throwing the pitch fork at the car. It was all in what seemed to be slow motion; The pitch fork went through the back window of the truck, hitting Rose in the pack of the neck before the sharp points went right through her neck with such force that her head went forward and it was pinned to the windshield by the prongs of the pitch fork. Bert would wake up once again in his bed, it being the same day as the dance, once again. 

Rose though was at the Thompson Barn all day, helping set everything up and no one was hardly there, it was all girls. And none of those girls spoke to Bobby, so this was a time that Bert could use to get. Rose away from Bobby before he got there.