Dexter's End

by DexterFan4249

My version of what might happen in Season 8. Spoilers for season 7

10. Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Dexter spent one of the most restless nights he could ever remember. The night before his escape.
He was terrified, exhilerated, excited, every emotion he could ever remember feeling.
He didn't sleep for the entire night. Waiting for that moment when the hatch would open and Lawrence would give him the key that would be the crucial point that will allow him to escape.
The hours felt like years.
Dexter spent the time thinking about beautiful Hannah and there life.
He would marry her, for real, one day.
His dream future would be so close. Hannah was so close.
Dexter stared at the hatch.
Willing with his mind for it to open and Lawrence' old wrinkly face to appear.
It didn't come. Damn it.
Dexter was never usually nervous, however this coming day would be one of the most important days of his life.
Dexter sat on the floor of his cell next to his bed staring at the hatch.
He felt as if he was going insane. He was getting stressed.
Dexter didn't have a watch so he had no idea what time it is. The wait was killing him.

Dexter had lost his picture of his family when he changed clothing. He was annoyed but still he could remember every detail of the picture however it was different imagining Hannah's face than seeing it in front of him.
The cell he was currently in seemed darker, Dexter however preferred the dark. Dexter sat there face strained with doubt and worry. Lawrence had seemed very reluctant since he murdered David.
Would he come through, he said he would.
Dexter stroked his chin. He waited. His eyes seemed to be playing tricks on him, the cell around him became misty and bubbled before his eyes.
What the fuck was going on with him?
He had to get to Hannah, he needed her, he needed to be a father to Harrison. They were the only thing in the world that mattered to him now.
The square hatch opened up and Dexter with his eagerness to stand up stumbled and fell on his knees and elbows. Before he stood up he looked through the hatch to Lawrence who stared down at him and with a cold expression threw the key at him and slammed the hatch shut.
Dexter scrambled after the key which was tinkling across the floor.
He lost sight of it for a few seconds and he felt his heart slide down to his stomach, when his hand closed down on the cold metal key he sighed with relief.
How would he hide the hey. He would be searched obviously.
His mouth. The only option.
Holding the key between his thumb and forefinger he opened his mouth and placed the key in his mouth. Between his cheek and gums.
He hoped it wouldn't be noticeable. He rubbed his face and he felt the bulge of the key. Not very prominent.
He felt so immensely relieved but it wasn't over yet, he still had the rest of it to do, unlock the cuffs and manage to escape the prison transport.
Only a few minutes later the cell door opened and two guards entered. These two were not the few guards that treated him with respect. Though the guards haven't really been very respectful since he killed his cell mate.
"Stand up, turn around, put your hands behind your head" Said the guard
Dexter obeyed and schooled his face as not to show any excitement or eagerness.
As Dexter was a self confessed socio-path he was a master at hiding his true feelings, faking emotions, he had done it for years.
Dexter was cuffed and taken out of his cell with two guards on either side. Key lodged firmly in the corner of his mouth.
He nodded to the few inmates he passed as he was taken to a part of the prison where he had never been before. Through a double door at the end of a corridor.
Outside.
The warm air met his face and the bright sunlight dazed him. Dexter stumbled and the guards beside him gripped his arms keeping him on his feet. He barely got a look at the car park, the outside world, his first look at it for weeks. He was almost forced into the back of the truck, a pale grey one.

There was a guard already in there sitting opposite where he would be sitting, an unforeseen variable. Hannah had told him that he would be alone in the truck. Maybe it was his girlfriends prison escape that made them more secure.
Damn it.
The two guards still at his side turned him around and sat him down. There were two rows in either side of the truck. A metal door from the driver and passenger area at the front, with holes in so they could see exactly what was happening.
Dexter met the eyes of the guard sitting opposite. A forty or so year old man Dexter guessed. He had a hard man's face, a wedding band on his hand.
The other guards left out the back of the truck and slammed the doors shut leaving the forty year old guard alone with him.
The two driver and passenger doors opened and the guards climbed in.
Dexter shut his eyes as the engine started up. Breathing calmly.
The guard opposite never took his eyes off of him.
In his mind Dexter imagined every twist and turn the truck took. Every sound, car horn, screeching tyres, rev of the engine.
He was waiting and he was nervous. For his groupies, his followers. Please come on they have to be help.
The journey went on for a long time. The guard never took his eyes off him.
How could he get out of his cuffs with him looking at him.
He moved the key round his mouth to the middle, ready to drop it whenever the time came.

"What the fuck?" said the driver
The truck braked sharply.
"Could this be it" thought Dexter hopeful
Dexter and the guard were thrown sideways. He took his eyes off of him.
Now.
Dexter opened his mouth, caught the key in his right hand and twisting his arms pushed the key into the lock. For one horrible moment he thought the key wouldn't fit. Colour drained from his face.
The key entered the lock with a click. Dexter twisted his wrist. The cuffs came free and clanged to the floor.
The noise made the guard turn his eyes back on him. Too late.
Dexter' arms went around his throat. Cutting off his airway.
He wasn't going to kill an innocent cop.
The guard squirmed and struggled before he finally fell limp.
Unconscious.
The guard in the front passenger seat turned around to look at his prisoner, and with a cry of anguish attempted to unlock the metal door.
Dexter threw the unconscious body of the guard in front of the door. Stopping the guard for the time being.
Dexter opened the back doors of the truck and breathed his first breath of free air.
It was wonderful, he could smell he could taste he could breathe. It seemed so much better now.
What the fuck are you doing you fucking idiot?
Get moving.
Water fell from the sky, rain, it felt so good. He quickly slammed the back doors shut.
Two cars were along side the truck. Trapping the two guards in the truck blocking off the doors. He heard banging as they attempted get out. Dexter moved backwards and another car drove in front of him blocking the rear exit off as well. A woman in the driving seat of the car smiled and waved at him.
It was so bright, going from relative silence to the loud bustle of the street was difficult. His head felt like exploding.
He started to run, cars beeped as they saw him, he ran across the road and into an alleyway.
It was so freeing to run, made him so happy.
The grim, grimy alley. Smoke coming up from the vent. Blue doors.
A black four door sedan. Midway up the alley.
Thank god Lumen was there. As planned.
The trunk was open and a hooded slim figure, a woman was standing next to it.
He ran for it, and for her.
He dove into the trunnk.
Legs up to his chest. Lumen closed the trunk and ran round to the drivers side.
Dexter felt the car start to move. He started laughing. So happy. Almost delirious.
He had done it. He had escape.
He couldn't even believe it himself.
Dexter's heart raced, he stroke his face.
Whenever Lumen turned or slowed Dexter slid around the trunk.
It hurt a little, he still had bruises from a few of days ago.
He could easily handle a bit of pain. To what the reward was.
He grunted as he moved around the trunk.
After minutes that seemed like, seconds he felt the car slowed down then stopped.
Dexter was so eager to get out of the trunk he knocked on it, to make sure that Lumen hadn't forgotten him.
Lumen opened the trunk, hood down down now, the bright sunlight shone around her, he was so pleased to see her.
"Hello Dexter" She grinned
Dexter smiled back and with difficulty managed to clamber out of the oversized deep trunk. Lumen offered him a hand and he accepted.
Dexter looked around, the were parked next to a building, which was probably a motel and to his right there was marshland, swampland. They were alone here.
"You need to change your clothes" said Lumen
Dexter looked down at his orange prison uniform and agreed with her.
He took off his top leaving him in his white extremely sweaty tshirt. Lumen walked around to the back seat of the car and returned with some clothes for him.
"Thanks" Dexter changed into some dark blue jeans and a green hoodie.
"So where are we?" said Dexter
"Outskirts of Miami, I've got a motel room" Lumen said gesturing to the building next to them.
Dexter started laughing and Lumen started along with him.
He wrapped her up in a hug.
"I can't even believe it" Dexter said "Thank you, thank you so much"
"Come on lets get out of sight"
"Yeah"
Lumen and Dexter walked around to the front of the motel up the stair to the room, Dexter had to pinch himself just to confirm that he wasn't dreaming.
Lumen unlocked the door swiftly and pushed Dexter in side.
Dexter started touching everything in the apartment. He needed to feel something, it still felt surreal.
It was a small twin bedded room. Lumen' messy suitcase was on one of the beds open, Dexter lay down on the other bed face first.
"How did you do it how did you know where they were all going to break me out?" asked Dexter sitting up on the bed.
Lumen sat down on the bed opposite him.
"Well I read the details on your website and another post came up indicating the best possible place for it to happen"
"Easy as that?"
"Yeah, I parked around inside the alleyway ready for you"
"Thank you"
"You already said" Lumen smiled

Dexter lay back,
He sighed.
"I'm thirsty" Dexter thought and he stood up and walked into the bathroom, got himself a drink, finishing it quickly he got himself another and them looked into the mirror at himself.
He looked wild and stressed, his face was stubbly and had bags underneath his eyes.
"Are you hungry?" Lumen asked kindly
"Yeah please" Dexter poked his head round the bathroom corner.
Lumen smiled and picked up her hand bag and without another word left the room.
Dexter washed his face feeling better about himself.
He was free.
There was something that just felt so good. He never remembered life feeling so good.

Lumen used her car and drove a couple of minutes to a corner store. She supposed she should be more nervous, she had just been part of a prison escape. She cautiously entered the shop.
She glanced at the shop keeper before moving on down the aisle. She got Dexter a sandwich and some fresh fruit, she doubted he had got such food in prison.
Dexter would need to change his appearance, the most simple thing to do would be to change his hair and colour, they could figure out how to change his face later.
She picked him up some black hair dye. she had some scissors in her suitcase.
Dexter seemed a lot more happier and not at all angry with her for leaving him. She had found love. And he as well seemed to have found love with Hannah Mckay.
Her phone rang. Her overprotective husband.
She decided to answer it, she had dodged his last two calls.
"Hey" Lumen answer
"Hey Lu, you've been gone for a week now, how much longer are you going to be" said the concerned voice of her husband
"Not much monger maybe two more days at most then I'll be coming home"
"OK, how are you and your friend getting along with each other"
"Just fine, yeah it's been great to catch up, look I really must go, I'll see you soon, bye, I love you"
"OK, I love you too"

Agent Davis stood in the middle of the road, staring at the prison transport truck. Back doors were wide open down, the guards which were trapped in the truck had kicked the windscreen out and left the vehicle that way.
So Dexter had escaped, she should have known, he looked much too happy during that meeting with the warden.
It had been masterfully done. She had to give him that.
Three of the depraved groupies involved in the escape were arrested on scene.
The guard that Dexter subdued was currently being helped by the paramedics.
Dexter could have easily killed him, he didn't. She had to be thankful of that.
"Agent Davis"asked a young policeman
"Uh yeah" Agent Davis shook herself out of her stupor "Yeah"
"We've got the CCTV from the street, we can see if it can give us any leads"
"Yeah OK"
Agent Davis moved across the street passing the ambulance. The guard stood up rubbing his neck when she passed. He caught up with her.
"He was on me before I could defend myself" said the injured guard
"Well he didn't kill you" said Agent Davis
"No he didn't, he could have though couldn't he"
"Yeah, I guess his stance on only murdering guilty people was real wasn't it" Agent Davis smirked
He left the Agent and went back over to his fellow prison guards.
Agent Davis meanwhile went over to the mobile workspace trailer for the FBI parked halfway down the alley.
Around ten monitors manned by four FBI agents, lowly and new like she was only a month ago.
They looked up at her as she entered. She had difficulty getting used to the new power she had gained from her two successive promotions all thanks to Dexter Morgan.
"What have you got?" She asked
"CCTV fro the street, you can see the whole thing" said an agent
"Show me"
The Agent beckoned her over and turned his monitor to her.
She watched as the Prison Truck braked hard as a car driven by one of Dexter' groupie's. Two more cars pulled up along side the truck. The orange figure of Dexter Morgan appeared out the back. He walked backwards as yet another groupie blocked off the back door.
Dexter ran quickly into the alleyway. The same alleyway they were currently in.
"Have you got CCTV in the alley?"
"No and there is no other angles as well" said another Agent
"Damn it...Wait what about the next street over"
"No nothing on that street"
"Fuck's sake"
Agent Davis walked out of the trailer onto the alley.
"Forensics" she yelled to the police. "I need you to process this alley, now!"
The three forensic analysts ran past her.
Dexter was free, the thought didn't make her nervous or scared that a killer had got free. Dexter was a good kind of killer, he killed bad people. She would do her very best to find him but if he wasn't caught maybe it wasn't the end of the world.

Lumen returned to the motel room to find Dexter asleep lying on his bed face down.
He looked exhausted, the stress must have taken a lot out of him. She didn't blame him at all. Sleeping Dexter. He looked younger and so very peaceful.
She was glad to have helped him. Given him his life back so to speak.
He had helped her so much, restored her faith in men, she thought she would never trust a man after all she had been through at the hands of Jordan Chase and his band of merry men.
Dexter had saved her, nursed her back to health and then helped her track down and murder all the men responsible. There are not very many men like Dexter Morgan.
She had read al about Dexter's brother in the article written from his interview, it must have been horrible to have to kill your own brother.
"He was my brother and I loved him and I killed him"
That was what Dexter said.
Yet even now after all the help he had given to her all the lives he had saved from disposing of the filth of the earth he still believed he was a monster. A good kind of killer. No wonder he had so many groupies.
Dexter yawned and stirred awake. He caught sight of her and jumped terribly, startled by the sudden appearance of Lumen.
"Sorry, sorry, you were asleep" said Lumen
"No it's alright"
"I got you some food" Lumen took out the fruit and sandwiches and put them in front of Dexter. He grabbed a banana and took a ravenous bite.
"Hungry" she asked
"Yeah" Dexter smirked
"We never really got time to talk at the prison"
"What about?" asked Dexter
"Well you know it's been nearly three years hasn't it, what have you been doing since I left?"
"Oh you know doing what I always do, taking out killers, bringing up Harrison, killing Travis Marshall, the doomsday killer" Said Dexter sighing
"Travis Marshall? I didn't really pay attention to Miami news"
"He murder people by staging his murders from scenes of the bible"
"That's grim isn't it"
"Yeah"
"That was the murder where your sister walked in"
Dexter nodded "Scared the shit out of me"
"I can imagine"
"But enough about me, nothing much has changed for me other than meeting Hannah and getting arrested, what about you?"
"I left you drove back to my parents, stayed there, until they wouldn't stop asking me questions about what happened in Miami, then moved on to Rochester and applied for a job with a insurance company, then met my husband and left to start a charity together"
"Sounds perfect"
Lumen blushed "It is, it really is"
"So you didn't leave him standing at the alter"
Lumen laughed "No"
"Hannah was part of a string of spree killings about 15 years ago, she was the girlfriend of the perpetrator Wayne Randall, they both were caught and she did time in juvie and he was sent to prison where eventually he decided he was going to reveal the locations of some more of the bodies.
"And thats where you come in" Lumen said
"That's right, he jumped in front of a truck then we went to Hannah to see if she could remember anything from that time, she led us to a pair of bodies where it became clear to me that she killed the one of the victims, she had immunity so I lied on the report, I started to stalk her, read up on the various books about her and we got to know each other, I asked her out on a date, to kill her but couldn't go through with it, she didn't really care, found it funny more than anything else"
"You tried to kill her?"
"Yeah, I could tell her everything that is was thinking and she never judged me for it"
"You trust Hannah with Harrison"
Dexter' eyes flashed with irritation "Yes Hannah always wanted children and I know already that Harrison loves her, I had to get them both away before they were found by the police, I will be with them soon"
Lumen smirked "Well for that to happen you need to change your appearance"
"What did you have in mind?"
"A haircut first off, we need to get it very short so as you won't be recognised"
"OK then"
"I'll do it, I did hair dressing during college"
Dexter stood up and moved into the bathroom dragging a chair from motel desk into the bathroom as he went.
"Take off your tshirt" Lumen said walking into the bathroom opening his wash-bag.
Lumen walked behind him.
"Just promise me you won't slit my throat" said Dexter
Lumen chuckled then gasped when Dexter removed his tshirt "God what happened to you" Lumen eyed his badly bruised back which had now turned a horrible shade of yellow.
Dexter felt embarrassed "Nothing, doesn't matter"
"It does matter Dexter, you've got bruises everywhere"
"A gang of prisoners tried to kill me"
"Why?"
"Because I killed one of their gang members"
"What happened to them"
"I killed three of them"
"Good"
"So get on with it"
Dexter watched himself in the mirror as Lumen with skilful hands cut away most of his hair. She worked for nearly twenty minutes not saying a word. When she was finally done he had the shortest hair of his life.
"I got you some hair dye as well"
"What colour?" Dexter asked interested
"Black, you have light hair it will be different this time"
Dexter nodded and she set abut wetting and dyeing his hair which when finished Dexter found that he liked it, to his surprise.

Dexter admired himself in the mirror. Lumen standing next to him. He did look quite different.
Though he supposed to the trained eyes the shape of his face might still be recognised. He should probably grow his beard. He picked up all his hair in the plastic bag in the bin.
Dexter then washed himself in the shower all the bits of hair stuck to his body were washed off.
The bruises tingled pleasurably in the warm water. All the aches and pains didn't feel so bad in the falling water.
Dexter dried himself off with a towel and then put his clothes back on.
He sat down behind the desk. Lumen was lying on her bed, it must have been a hard stressful day for her too.
"What's your plan?" asked Lumen
"I'm sorry"
"Your plan, what are you going to do, you want to get to Hannah why are you going to get there"
"Not sure, can't go by air, obviously, that and the fact that Hannah's got my new passport"
"You've got fake passports?"
"Yeah"
Lumen looked surprised.
The motel room however bleak and depressing it looked, it looked wonderful for him and much different from the more bleak prison cell.
Dexter lay down on his bed gingerly, wincing as his bruises hit the bed.
"What do you think?" Dexter turned his head towards Lumen asking her opinion
"Well air and land are not viable choices so sea, you've got a boat" Lumen said
"No, they have impounding it"
"Wow really why didn't they just sell it"
"Dunno but you have a point, sea is the best way to go"
"How about tomorrow I go looking for shipping barges to Argentina"
"Yeah, thanks tomorrow, we have done enough today"
"Goodnight Dexter"
"Night"

"Vigilante serial killer escapes custody"
Yesterday in the early morning famed serial killer Dexter Morgan AKA The Bay Harbour Butcher.
The prisoner escaped his Armoured truck with the aid of four women who blocked off the truck allowing him escape.
It is unknown where Dexter Morgan currently is. He becomes the second convict in the last two months, his girlfriend Hannah Mckay was the previous inmate to escape.
Whether the two lovers previously conspired to escape together and plan on being reunited is unclear. Either this becomes the first prison break this year and only the fourth prison escape in Miami in the last five years. Coincidently one of the previous prison escapes was that of Clemson Gault who was listed as one of Dexter Morgan' victims.
Also the male victim which prompted Dexter Morgan's prison transfer was revealed to be that of David Doncevic a convicted rapist and murderer who was about to be released. David's only surviving victim the has said she was glad that he was killed and thanked Dexter Morgan for protecting the people. Dexter Morgan has been considered as the first vigilante serial killer and the only serial killer to be publicly loved by a portion of the public.
Dexter Morgan is at large and extremely dangerous. Both the police and the FBI have set up a helpline for any sightings or information leading to Dexter Morgan's recapture.

Hannah Mckay read this with such happiness on the Miami Herald website minutes after the article was posted. Harrison was sitting on her lap and still wearing his pyjama's. Hannah had gotten him out of bed when she had found the news. He still had his eyes closed slightly still tired.
"See this, Daddy' coming"
Harrison lit up so much. She grinned happily.
They sat together arms around one another in the living room, the sunlight felt warm and made the room glow around them. Happiness felt natural here. She wondered how it would feel when Dexter arrived.
She had thrown up twice today, she assumed the baby had been conceived during their reconciliation. Harrison what a dear kept coming in and sitting with her as she recovered from throwing up.
At night she dreamt of a future with Dexter, Harrison and a little girl.
She was excited, Dexter' prison escape was more dramatic than her own. How he had managed to get all the groupies to help him was incredible. She didn't believe Dexter would get caught again. He was smart, he was knowledgeable in the processes of policemen and probably the FBI.
He knew what the forensic' looked for.
Hannah watched the wind blow through the trees outside so peaceful, this place was perfect.
She started thinking about what Dexter would go through, how would he get here? how could escape without being noticed and suddenly the peaceful happiness she felt changed to doubt and worry.

Dexter had what felt like the best sleep of his life, though the beds in prison were reasonably comfortable it was probably the freedom that made him sleep more soundly. He sat up looking at Lumen who was still asleep. She was right. Her scars were barely visible now. Only very pale scratches on her back.
Dexter stood up from the bed and walked into the bathroom and gripped the sink staring into the mirror looking into the face of someone who he no longer recognised. Lumen had done a phenomenal job, she really had. Excellent job.
He needed a plan, Lumen said she would go and find out whether there was some ferries to Argentina.
Dexter had a shower, his bruises had begun to heal, when he had finished he returned to the main room where Lumen had now woken.
"Morning" Lumen said sleepily
"Good morning"
"How long have you been up"
"Not long"
"So have you thought about what your going to do"
"Yeah, sea would be the best way of escaping Miami"
"So you want me to to find out if there is a ship to Argentina"
"Yeah but lets have breakfast first"
"What would you like?" Lumen said when dressed
Dexter thought about it and decided he really had missed good old fast food.
"I'd love a burger"
Lumen smirked and left the motel.

Lumen came back quite soon. Dexter devoured his burger. It tasted delicious, greasy and wonderful.
"I stopped by an internet cafe and searched for shipping orders to Argentina. There is one tomorrow at 5:30 in the morning to La Plata."
"Good" said Dexter
"If we sneak you aboard in a shipping container, it would be maybe three days till the ship got there" said Lumen
"OK I will need food, water and a backpack of some sort" said Dexter
"I'll go get that now, you come with me too"
"Do you think my disguise will hold"
"Absolutely"
Dexter went outside to Lumen's car sitting down in the front seat while Lumen locked up.
Lumen drove him down to the corner shop. The same shop she had been in before, no video camera. Perfect.
Dexter browsed the aisles looking for things he might need. Lumen had agreed to pay for whatever things he would need and he would pay her face.
A backpack, a big water canister, some food, cool pasta, bread, beef jerky. They must have looked like a couple to other people, Dexter felt scared and wary of anyone looking at him. Nobody took a second look so he thought he was in the clear. Lumen picked out some black sunglasses for him. He thought he looked a little stupid wearing them but Lumen convinced him it would help disguise him.
Lumen paid and Dexter sat back in the car as Lumen took a different route to the motel. She stopped off at a outdoor store where she bought him a sleeping mat and they then went to buy him some clothes.
At last Lumen bought him the thing he had been wanting. A cell phone.
Dexter thought it would be best for him to sneak into the shipping container during the night them wait until the container would be loaded onto the ship in the early morning.
When they finally returned to the motel he helped Lumen take all his shopping into the room.
Dexter packed his rucksack filling it with the water, food and strapping the sleeping mat to the bottom.
"Dexter I've got you a gift" Lumen said startling him out of his preparation.
"Yeah" He looked at her
Lumen handed him two small boxes.
Dexter opened each of them carefully starting with the larger one first. A pair of leather gloves a near match to his former pair.
"Thanks, I needed these"
"I know, you had forgotten so I thought it could be a surprise"
Dexter moved on to the other one, the smaller box. A small switch-blade.
It felt so good to have a weapon again.
"Thank you"
Dexter tested the weight in his hand, light. He felt the sharpness with his fingers. It left a small cut.
"Thanks so much" said Dexter
"Your welcome" Lumen smiled sweetly
"You've been so good to me I'll be gone soon and you'll be back with your husband"
"Dexter don't thank me you saved me I'm just returning the favour"
Dexter smiled
They passed the next couple of hours before he would they would go to the shipping yard just talking, Lumen told him baby names and he told her a bit more about Hannah and how Harrison was now.
Dexter dressed in some of the new clothes he bought, picked up his backpack. and put it on. He suddenly remembered about his hair which was still in the bin. He walked into the bathroom to retrieve it. It would be odd for the cleaner to find a bin full of hair.
He picked up the bag from the bin then followed Lumen out to the car.
Though still quite dark outside the late night Miami glowed.
He would never be coming back here, never again. He felt happy, the Late night Miami lit up. It felt as if Miami was saying goodbye to him. He had spent forty years of his life in Florida.
They drove past many people on their night out. He had lost track of days in prison and lost track of the date but Lumen told him it was Friday night. They passed so many and Dexter watched fascinated with them all. He had changed so much in the last few years. He thought he was incapable of emotion but the years had proved him wrong. A son, love, wife, children, friendship.
So much had changed.

They parked just outside the shipping yard. The place looked deserted.
He looked at Lumen who smiled at him. She really was his only friend in the world. The only person other than Hannah who he trusted. That was another thing that changed, he had thought that human connection was something he would never find nor need.
"You ready" said Lumen
"Oh yes"
"So get going then" She grinned playfully
Dexter laughed, the atmosphere soon became serious, he looked into her eyes.
"Thank you" He said quietly, he leant towards her and kissed her on the cheek, cupping her other cheek with his hand.
Lumen looked surprised and smiled warmly. He never thought he could find happiness. But moments spent with Rita, Lumen and Hannah had given him more happiness that he ever imagines for himself.
Dexter looked at his new black leather gloves and smiled. Everything was going to be OK.
"Goodbye" Said Dexter getting out of the car
He looked at her for a long while when she finally said vulnerably "Goodbye Dexter"
They both smiled at each other then Dexter with his huge backpack made his way towards the ship yard.

Hannah sat staring at the phone waiting for it to ring. When was Dexter going to contact her?
She needed to know how he was doing.
Harrison had gone to bed long ago and she had treated herself to two glasses of wine. Calming the nerves.
Her mobile rang and she jumped wildly spilling a fair amount of white wine over himself.
"Dexter" She answered
"Hannah" Dexter said standing behind a shipping container in the edge of the ship yard.
"How are you, where are you?"
"I'm still in Miami, I'm about to get on a ship to Argentina, La plata the place is called"
"Oh good, when are you going to be here"
"I think about three days"
"I'll drive down to meet you"
"OK, I've got a phone now, I'll call you when I'm there"
"We've been waiting for you, Harrison' asleep"
"I will be there soon, I promise"
"I love you"
"I love you too, I have to go I've got a boat to catch"
Dexter hung up, he walked carefully along the shipping container, back to the wall.
He took his back off and held it in his left hand. To make less of a big figure.
He put his face around the corner, the light from the floodlights covered half of his face.
He needed to get to the office to find out which containers would be going to La Plata.
The light from a torch came around the row opposite, Dexter saw a security guard.
Dexter crouched down putting his bag to the floor but keeping his grip on them. Dexter watched as the portly security guard leant against the container opposite, unfortunately giving him a great view of the shipping office. The guard bought out a cigarette packet from his pocket and lit up one. He coughed loudly after a couple of puffs on the cigarette.
Dexter moved quickly to the other side of the shipping container row hoping for another way to get to the shipping office.
He moved quickly and low to the ground as he ran behind the office out of sight of the guard.
He stuck his head round the corner and thinking he wouldn't have another chance as likely the guard would resume his patrol and circle the office.
He quickly went into the office opening the door carefully. Empty and dark.
He sat down and booted up the PC.
Come on, Come on.
Dexter cursed the fucking PC's. So slow.
After two agonising minutes which he spent looking worryingly through the window at the security guard who's cigarette looked short.
Finally the computer finished booting up. Yes.
He searched for the journey to La Plata and found a container A15B. Which had some boxes of some sort but he was drawn to it when the contents of the container seemed to be much less than any other container, less stuff more space for him.
Turning the computer off he quickly left the office to find the container.
After ten minutes fruitless searching he finally found it. But he had to run and hide around the corner when the bastard security guard came around the corner.
When he had passed and his heart rate had returned to normal he unlocked the catch at the bottom and opened the container. Boxes cover one side of the container but luckily the other half was free for him. He stepped in and closed he door. Dexter using the light from his phone made it to the corner and sat down. He spread his bed mat out and curled up. Just three days left.