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Music and montage, covering BENEDICT and WANDA in her apartment and ending with the knife in her hand; AL sitting in jail and then fade to TEZ hanging up the phone; GLASS turning in shock to find DORIAN in her apartment; HERMIA waiting in SYL's hospital room; VALMONT alone with a drink, looking at a picture of Marie; SYL coming home to find the present on her pillow; TEZ and AL in Al's office as Oscar opens the door; ending with the close-up of SAYID from the season opener; the music fades out, the shot stretches in slow motion, and cut to black just as we hear the gunshot.

We've gone a long way while learning
still our hearts kept on burning
we've gone right, we've gone straight and ended up far out

We've reaped the fruits of deception
Opened the doors of perception
And burned down all the bridges we came across

When will you be whole again?
We've both been down that road going nowhere
Still you ask, is love to blame?

Been a miserable few days, and I don't think it's just my outlook. The sleet started late on Saturday and blurred out the end of the weekend. Nothing more on Zuabi, no surprise, and the feds have descended. Really glad our paperwork is solid, and I got my work in before anything went wrong, but oh my god they are picking things apart. Hope they find something. Hope that if Thorn finds something, Stephanides is there too, because... well. We are none of us saints, but there are still places you don't want people tempted to go.

I shouldn't even be at work, I know, but I wasn't working. I just came by to pick up a pair of shoes and one of my books. And then sat down for a bit, because I didn't feel like walking out and dealing with anyone, and I think I dozed off. And then told Carley I'd sort the files he had out so he could put them away them quicker. And then he made coffee, and...

The look Klavec gave me could cut glass. Hah.

Go over the crime scene report again, since I guess sooner or later I'm going to need to justify the Luminol to someone in person. No bodies, but the Luminol (bless you, my clingy little fluorescing goop) showed up a blood splatter pattern that pretty much means you can take him for dead, and it looks like someone digging through the scene found a bullet. No idea what Chester turned up on the phone, yet, and I imagine that not being supposed to be here might make looking it up a problem.

Sit there for a few more minutes, maybe fifteen, and then get my coat and my shoes and my book and head out. I don't want to go home yet, but the weather's cleared up. The Miskatonic is close enough to get to, even if the Whitechapel's just across the damn street.