She and I. Me and her. We. We are standing on the top of the world right now. Well, to be
more exact the top of a hotel in Hollywood, but this must be the top of the world. Or
heaven. I am here with my angel, Dylan Saunders. So long have I waited for this...this
moment. I grab her from the edge of the balcony, ready to do what I should have done in
the ally way the night Knox was "captured". I should slit her throat right now...but she looks
up at me and I falter. The hardened looks she likes to give people is obviously a facade.
She gives me a pure angelic look, while her green-apple scented hair frames her face like a
child I knew...the Romainian boy that was brought to that solem upright little orphanage
years ago. I feel her innocence and it radiates from all over her...this is a most holy meeting. I
must not let this angel go...I need to hold her forever. I am hoping that she can pass some of
this humanity on to me so that I may change into a better person and I kiss her. Her lips are
soft and smooth and my hand moves up to her hair...a souvenier of this interaction. I smell
it...her scent mingling with the green-apple drives me wild. I look at her to see if she has
gotten this gesture of unconditional affection and she holds up a lock of my hair and smells it
rather seductively. She has gotten it...I am blessed. This bright angel wills me to speak and I
struggle to comply with her request. It is a miracle...words begin to form from my potentially
useless and thrashed voice-box. She has blessed me. I feel something cold...a dull
shooting pain coming through me...but it is nothing...I am here with her...nothing can ruin this.
The pain burns so badly that it feels cold and my body seems to fail while I try to stay with
her. I feel gravity pull me away from her....earthly laws are breaking us up. I mentally plead
to bend the laws but I am already falling as blood...my blood trails infront of me. I struggle to
draw in one last gulp of life as I plead to someone...anyone...do not take my angel away
from me...do not throw me down and then lift me up. I want to remain here on earth because
heaven is missing an angel and she is here with me right now. Do not take me away from
Dylan I plead as I hit the ground and my bones break. My world dissolves into black as I
feel a small stream of blood spring from my mouth. I think to myself, let me stay with
her...my slice of heaven on earth. And so end the ramblings of a Thin Man.
