’ All three stood. Karen was tall, she could almost look them in the eyes. ‘There’s just one thing that I don’t understand about your stories,...�� she said. ‘He killed his own man. I can’t figure that one out. What do you two think?’ Jim shrugged. ‘I think he was going to frame him, Captain,’ Mike said. ‘Kill us all. Make it look like in the struggle we killed the other guy. Then he doesn’t have to worry. The perpetrator is already dead, right? He gets away without much of an investigation. No one. She called several more times during the day and each time I hung up on her. I went out that night and got falling down drunk and how I got home that night I haven't got a clue. When I woke up the next morning Wanda was putting cold towels on my forehead. I asked her what she was doing there and she said:"I was worried about you. You weren't acting like yourself yesterday." Have you been acting like yourself lately?" I asked.She said, "What do you mean?" What I mean is was that the real you. Again I ask myself the question."Where did I screw up?" my voice, trembling with tears in mythroat, calls out.Suddenly, I am in a dark place. I'm shivering and can't see mysurrounding's. What's going on?A voice I know all too well whispers to me."You never will change."The darkness ebbs, and I now see I am sitting next to a campfire.The warmth makes my body shiver as if to drive out the cold.Standing across from me is the phantom I saw that fateful night."No matter what, it's all about you,. ”“Gee thanks Dr. Death,” she said.I expected him to give her hell, instead he just seemed pleased by the title. It pissed him off when I accidentally let that name drop. That was going to put his sexuality in question.“So Doc what killed our TV chick?” I asked.“She died from Exsanguination, extreme blood loss to you Marion,” he said.“You really want to do a DIY post mortem on yourself?” I asked with a laugh.“No but I am looking forward to doing one on you. You keep drinking so much and I’m sure.