The air marshals escort him off the plane.
I feel triumphant. Powerful.
Followed by weird.
The intrepid, impossible mentalist.
The one and only Patrick Jane has been brought to his knees by me.
Tears well in his eyes.
His voice quavers.
I'm glad he loves me but I'm kind of relieved they took him away.
I find I don't want to look into those broken eyes for one more second.
"I love her. Take care of her."
I wince when I hear it.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
I'm confused.
I just need time.