He had been glad to get the pens from Piper.
At first she hadn't wanted to give them over, until he had pointedly asked if she really thought he might be able to hurt someone with a writing utensil.
He had taken to sitting down with the journal each night, staring at the blank pages that followed that one last entry. He always held his pen, poised to write, but for some reason, the words never came.
What is there to write about now?
He frowned at the blank page.
And then… inspiration struck.
OOO
Author's Note: Total word count: 94
Oooh… oh, you people are going to either love me or hate me when this is all said and done.