When school started again, I spent a lot of the day sleeping while I practiced various escape plans for what I liked to call "Worst Case" scenarios at night. A lot of them failed miserably while others only needed a few tweaks to work perfectly. I also ran along the beach for as long and as fast as I could - when I woke up and before I went to sleep - to try and train my body as much as possible. I wanted to be ready for everything that could happen. I wanted to be able to take down Danny's killer and have everything work out fine.

But then the days started to get colder and colder and I couldn't spend much time outside or I would get sick. I couldn't afford to get sick, so I started to sleep in the church and when Paul noticed, he started leaving a side door unlocked and it had a handle I could push down with my nose to get in. Just for that, I walked with him on some of the nights when he couldn't sleep. He seemed like he appreciated it.

During some of those walks, he would talk about the town's people and their troubles. I guess he figured I couldn't tell anyone about it. He also talked about his troubles and how he had been a bit of an alcoholic until he managed to change his ways. It was interesting as the show never really showed the stories of the other people. All we heard was the reasons why they could have killed Danny, not the reasons of why they couldn't have.

For example, Paul really sounds like he just wants to try and help people but he isn't sure of how to do it. He figures if he can get people to come to church he can then start using his sermons to make a bigger difference and to help create a tighter community that helps each other.

I have the unique perspective of knowing what small towns and cities are like and what makes them different. For example, cities are nice in that people can blend in. You can go to the store and not know everyone who is there. Small towns, though, everyone knows everybody else. You can't get away with anything easily. All of the adults know your parents, someone knows something about you that you wish they didn't, and everyone knows when someone new comes to live and for the next two generations, you get to be called "those new folk down yonder." It's the same here.

Everyone has secrets and there is this unspoken list of rules everyone follows. Paul figured if he could start some church committee to get people involved, he could break down some of those unspoken barriers and get people past their mind sets.

I wish him luck in his endeavors. If the British are anything like Americans then attempting to change a small town's mind will need some kind of Divine Intervention.

Soon winter was almost over and one day, Tom came to visit me without Danny.

I went at the normal time and he was in tears. I went to go comfort him and he just hugged me while the story came tumbling off his lips like an avalanche.

"Danny-" he hiccupped. "Danny doesn't want to be friends with me anymore. He says he found a new friend and he doesn't need me no more. But I don't understand. What happened to best friends forever? We agreed. Best friends forever. What does his new friend have that I don't? How could our promise mean so little to him?"

It basically continued along those lines for another ten minutes or so. After he got it all out of his system, he sat there for a moment.

"What do I do, Shadow?"

Sorry, Tom. I don't have much advice except wait. Show him how he can still have his new friend and still be friends with you.

"But what if he keeps rejecting my friendship?"

Then don't do something stupid and wait him out. You guys tend to do stupid things and this happens to be one of them. Danny will realize he was wrong. Just you wait and see. But to speed the process along, you need to work at keep his friendship. Don't just shove him away. I want both of my boys.

Tom sighed. "That seems like you think it will be a few months before anything will happen."

Sorry, kiddo. This could take anywhere from a few weeks to maybe even a year.

"I don't know if I can be that patient." Tom confessed.

If you want Danny's friendship back, you'll have to be.

After I finished knocking sense into Tom's head, I realized I needed to also go and knock sense into Danny's. But no matter how hard I tried, he refused to acknowledge my presence. I even went to his house and almost got caught by the fucking dog catchers in my attempts. Though he did look guilty when it happened, it still made me a bit pissed off at him.

But I kept reminding myself that he is still the victim in all of this. He has been persuaded by a perv to drop all the important contacts in his life and that includes me. I just hope he has kept quiet and is thinking that he is protecting me by not associating with me anymore.

I really hope for his sake that he is thinking along those lines or I swear I will growl at him when he comes groveling for me to take him back.

But now that this event has taken place, I start to keep a look out for three signs. The first sign is Ellie Miller taking off work for three weeks. The second sign is Alec Hardy coming to town. And the third sign is Mark's night out "working."

And while I kept watch in the weeks before Danny's impending doom, I realized that despite my efforts, it seemed as though nothing was changing.

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