I stand, I put the note in my pocket. Sheath the knife, tie the rope around my waist and put my wand back in my robes. It didn't happen tonight maybe next time. I throw my invisibility cloak over my shoulders. And head back to the tower to get a few hours of fitful sleep haunted by nightmares before I must once again don the mask of happiness and contentment those around my think they know so very well. Tossed back into my own personal hell for another day.