Hey, just as a random side note, did you know the Ladykiller was real? And they never caught him, and he was even given the same nickname? His victims were women, that was the only similarity. He would shoot and stab them in the woods, leaving no trace of himself behind. Creepy right? Anyways, thanks so much to everyone who reviewed/favorited/subscribed! Especially to Oryt, seriously, that completly made my day!

I know the end is coming, even though its only November. I've developed a nasty cough, and Cynthia fears its from an infection. Denni has to spend most of her time out of the house, since she has a slight cold and Cynthia fears she might give it to me, and with my practically non-existent immune system it'd be pretty bad. That's when I saw her the other day, crying again, but not alone. Colt was with her, his arms around her shoulders as he gently stroked her hair. At that point I knew, Denni would be fine. That she might be sad now, but she'll live. This isn't going to kill her too. And I know with you, it'll be the same. That no matter what you think of me now, hating my guts for abandoning you or missing me, you'll be okay.
-Mal

"What are you doing?" Raven, who had come home for Thanksgiving, hissed from across the room. Denni, who had crept into the guest room Mal was staying in, nearly jumped out if her skin. Mal had briefly gone into the kitchen with Cynthia, apparently helping her with a leaking sink.

"Don't do that!" she hissed at Raven.
Raven was eying Mal's phone, which was lying on top of a dresser next to a small book.

"What are you doing?" Raven repeated, bringing her voice to a sharp whisper.

"Don't you think it's odd" Denni said "That no one uncle Mal left behind in San Francisco calls? Or that he doesn't even seem to mind this?"

"So what are you suggesting?".

"I don't think it's them" she said "I think it's uncle Mal. I think he's cutting himself off from them, and I want to know why". She reached for the phone, but her hand bumped the book by accident. It slid off the dresser, and Raven tried to catch it before it fell and caught anyone's attention. Briefly, she did. But it slipped between her fingers, making a very faint thump on the carpet. Denni and Raven froze for a second, as if expecting a swat team to come in and take them away. After nothing happened, Denni bent down to pick the book up, which lay open on its spine. She tried not to read the page as she picked it up, but one word caught her attention. "Nat".

"Don't read it!" Raven hissed.

"I'm not!" Denni whispered, replacing it on the dresser. She snatched up Mal's phone, seeing it was almost dead. There were nearly two hundred messages, texts and calls alike.

"Don't do anything" Raven said suddenly, seeing Denni about to call someone.

"What am I supposed to do? What if Mal knows someone who's a tissue match? What if he has a chance? You can't expect me to just let him-".

"Just wait" Raven said "He might have his reasons for this. If it gets too close and nothing happens…" she started, but trailed off.

"But by then it might be too late" Denni pointed out "He might already be too far gone". Raven didn't answer, but stepped out of the room and into the hallway. After a moment, Denni followed suit, replacing the two items in their original spots.

I know this will be one of the last entries I make. It's not even December yet, but I know the time I was given is less than expected. And so, just in case this is the last entry I ever make, I need to tell you that I love you. Not the unrealistic love you see in movies, or the fake parade of couples you see as a teenager. I know you Nat, because I've been around you most of the day for a very long time. I know I love you, because those days we would get Chinese and sit in my office, or stay up late laughing at a crime movie, those were the times when life was real. Because I realized, I wouldn't even be writing this if I didn't-

But Mals entry stopped there. No signature, no finish to the sentence. He never even got to leave his sisters house so Denni didn't see him as he left the world before a turn of events occurred. He had broken into a coughing fit, one caused by the lung infection his weak immune system had allowed in. Coughing fits like this often happened, but not like this. This time Mals chest seized up, his breaths barely making it past his lips. He could barely hear his sister announcing they needed to go to the hospital. He barely registered his sister ushering him into her car, and certainly didn't notice his niece grab two objects from his room. One was a cell phone, taken from on top of his dresser. The other was a small black book, taken from where it had fallen on the floor.