texts: You're not coming up with much to prove me wrong. </s> <s> Exactly what do you need? </s> <s> Well, it's going to take more than fancy talk to keep me up all night creeping around these bushes.
labels: I watched him for fifteen years, sitting in a room staring at a wall, not seeing the wall, seeing past it, seeing THIS NIGHT. He's waited for it, inhumanly patient. Hour after hour, day after day, waiting for some silent, invisible alarm to trigger him. Death has arrived in your little town, sheriff. You can ignore it, or you can help me stop it.