"No one ever gets to me."

Lie.

A smile. As bright as the sun. Brown eyes, sparkling with life. Warm hands. A heartbeat.

Life.

Color.

"And no one ever will."

Blurred images of a face, covered in blood. Brown dead eyes. Cold dead hands. No pulse.

Death.

Again.

"People have died."

Rain cold and wet on his face. Blood warm and wet on his hands.

"THAT´S WHAT PEOPLE DO!"

No color.

That was all Jim Moriarty ever saw. She was all Jim ever saw.