A new dawn, a new day. She thought this day would never come. Watching out the grimy window as the sun rose she thought of the freedom that was now within her grasp. Jane was dead. Red John was gone. At least, that was what everyone thought. How his face had fallen when he saw her and realized that she was not there to save him. How she had laughed at her ability to confuse him, to think her simply a woman, simply someone wanting to protect those around her. She had one last act to pull off. Grieving friend.
