stop. look. listen.

Rough Draft.

He can't sleep. Next to him, Ethan's breath is even, a steady sleep of someone with no nightmares, no second thoughts, no regrets.

He gets up, the desk is just a step away from the desk, everything is, in this hole of an apartment. That closeness didn't bother him before.

He writes.

London, September 1979

Dea L Ethan,

You know me better than anybody else, so you know this is something I have to do no matter how much it... nevermind.

Randall Eyghon Everything that We

I'm taking some of the books, I hope you don't mind. If you suddenly feel a strange need for Yeats, you know how to find me,. you always knew

I wish

Don't kill yourself, on purpose or otherwise. Yes, I would care, actually. I always

Be seeing you,
R.


He leaves the letter on the desk.

He leaves.

*

The letter burns easily, much as Randall's body did.

He notices the words, Be seeing you before they too blacken and die.

"Count on it, Ripper."