It was kind of like how I’d figured it: bare walls, no decoration but a crucifix on one wall. Not even a mirror. There was a single bookshelf on...the wall above the bed, about half-full. I couldn’t make out the titles; the light through the curtains on the one window was too dim and the light from the door stopped short. But that window seemed to grow brighter as I stared at it and realized it might be my only way out. I was about to head for it when I heard a creak right next to my. He looked up to her, his eyes filled with panic and pain. Instantly she turned around - nobody was there. She raced over to the bleeding boy and kneeled down next to him. His breathing was ragged, and through clenched teeth he swore, “Fuck… this hurts.” He gasped in pain as more blood oozed out from underneath him, “Ughhh… I think I saw your guy… you’re right… he is a… bastard.” She whispered urgently, “Where is he? What did he look like, where did he---” An electrical cord slipped. As Royce said before, being brain damaged didn't make me stupid. "Royce if you can keep your mouth shut, and not ask too many questions, maybe we can help each other out." I assure you that if you help me out here, I can do that," he said."The idea just struck me, so we are going to need some time and effort to make it a reality. You are going to have to really work this time, not just entertain me." I said it to let him know, that I knew what we had done before."Whatever it takes," he. Somehow her pixie cut had layers of inky black under a very natural gray that was prettier than either would have been alone.The bearded man was hugging everyone while his wife or date or whoever she was sat down next to Tommy's parents and started talking to them.The organist started to warm up and the bridesmaids got into position. I looked to the corner of the church and saw my daughter. Most of the audience couldn't see her but from my seat I could. She looked beautiful. For once, I really.