Title: Famous Last Words
Challenger: Lap
Disclaimer: I only own the ink in my pen where stories begin
A/N: She still dies.
Mary picked Sam up off his lap. John smiled.
"There's something I have to tell you."
He kissed her cheek. "Yes, darling?"
She tossed an old leather journal on the table. Roosevelt Asylum Massacre.. Wendigo lore on page ten… "What's this?"
"I was, am, a hunter. I kill the bad things."
John looked at the journal. "This is incredible…whatever it is, I'm sure we'll be stronger because of it."
"I'm going to put Sammy to bed, and then we can talk more." She smiled. "He's six months old today…"
"I love you." He called as Mary walked to the nursery.