[ WP ] Write the third episode of non-existant series . Make us curious about what happened before episode 3 , and what happens after .

The first thing I noticed was the blue paint. Streaks criss-crossed up my arms, drops splattered my legs, and my fingers were covered completely. 
 
 What happened yesterday? I remembered going to work, coming home, and eating dinner with my wife at Italiano for our anniversary. But after that? I strained to remember. Did we eat dessert? Come home? Have sex? My mind was completely blank. 
 
 Yes, I knew the government issued a code red warning about eating out. But it was our anniversary. We were n't going to submit to all this fear and hype about'The Infection' and break a ten-year-old tradition. 
 
 But maybe we made a mistake. 
 
 I rolled over. The sheet was smooth, unrumpled, and empty: my wife was n't in bed. My heart raced, and fear coursed through me. I *always* woke up earlier than she did. 
 
 I ran down the stairs. `` Maggie?'' I yelled, my voice echoing off the walls. 
 
 Blue. Drops of blue, spatters of blue. Across the walls, pooling on the floor. As I got closer to the kitchen, I heard a quiet *drip drip drip*. 
 
 Maggie stood in the center of the kitchen. 
 
 Her clothes were soaked in the blue liquid, and it bled out of her pores. I screamed. `` No, no, ssssh,'' she said, running over to me. 
 
 `` You're infected,'' I whispered, wriggling away from her touch. 
 
 `` Yes, but what they told us was wrong,'' she insisted. `` I'm not possessed, or evil, or a monster. I'm the same. It's me, Maggie. I'm just... blue.'' She glanced down at my arms, winding their way to the phone. `` No! Dave -- listen -- if you call the police, they're going to take me away. Who knows what they do with the infected -- we have n't seen any come back.'' She managed a small smile. `` It's me -- I promise.'' 
 
 I froze, thinking. The news, the media, everything... told us that the infected were evil. Monsters, who try to murder you in your sleep. Villains who kidnap and eat children. Infected, possessed, changed people -- some who show obvious outward symptoms ( like growing horns ), others who show subtle ones ( like going bald ). 
 
 They also told us that the infected will try *anything*... 
 
... to persuade you that they are unchanged, and still the people you love. 
 
 My hand was frozen, half-reaching for the phone. Maggie watched me intently.
