Ok this is the last installment... apprently I miscounted. Anyway thank you all for reading this, and am sorry for the amazingly cliche ending.

Disclaimer: don't own JPor anything like that. All credit goes to Michael Chrichton.


Hollow

"Is this Ian Malcolm?"

"Yes."

"Um, your friend, Richard Levine… he just passed away."

A hollow voice.

"How long ago?"

"An hour sir."

"In…pain at all?"

"No sir, in his sleep."

Should have told him… That… I… loved him.

"Oh."

"I'm sorry sir."

Sure.

"Thank you."

"What would you like us to do with the body?"

You where right… I was wrong.

"Cremate it."

"Of course sir, would you like his journal?"

"His journal?"

"Yes sir, he kept one before he died."

"… Yes I would like it."

Heart feels empty.

"You can pick it up anytime sir."

"Thank you."

"Have a good day sir."

A good day?

"You too."

A hollow voice.


END

The END! ... I just realized that Richard in French... or at least has French blood in him... that makes him even cooler than he already was power to us French people!

Anyway, please review!