Cheap Gothic Soap Opera, Part 36

Elizabeth turned her back to the man to look at her note.
"Prepare to die!" said the man, brandishing the knife quite menacingly.
If Elizabeth had bothered, she would have realized that the man was dead, had no head, and was speaking through the family dog (named Fred?). But she was so focused on the note that she ignored him.
The man raised his knife.
Elizabeth continued to examine the note.
The dog cleared the man's throat, "Excuse, but I don't think you heard me. I've come here to kill you!"
Nothing.
"Um, hello?"
Nada.
"Normally when I threaten someone's very life, they have the courtesy to turn around."
Zilch.
"Dammit! Why won't you turn around?"
Zippo.
"OKAY! You asked for it!"
The man raised the knife again and brought it down into his foot.
"AHH!" he shouted, hopping around in agony, "WHERE ARE MY EYES!"
Suddenly, Harold rushed into the room with an antique rifle and shot the knife out of the man's hands.
"Elizabeth," he shouted, out of breath, "You're in the wrong place. We warped to an alternate, parallel timezone, but if you follow me, we can get back to the right time and solve this mess."
Elizabeth spun around, a look of pure malice stuck to her face like silly putty after an extended affiar with some industrial adhesive.
"WHY MUST YOU KEEP BOTHERING ME? CAN'T YOU SEE I'M BUSY!" she yelled. Then she shot lighting bolts out of her fingers and incinerated Harold. "Now how did I do that?" she thought to herself, a bit more sweetly than her last exclamation.
It was then that she saw the disem-headed man lurching towards her. Then she saw Fred, the family dog. "Aw, fwed-fwed, does oo want a treat, you puddly-wuddly." She ran over to Fred and started scratching his tummy-wummy...

(OP: Nate, January 31 2007)