That was the thing about pictures--they were worth a thousand words, but sometimes they weren't the right ones.

Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.

I have never given this ring, my soul, to anyone. Azrael has never had any part of this. This is the only part of myself that is truly mine, and now it is yours.” —Jack Force

That morning, she had found an envelope stuffed into her locker. It was from the Mercer Hotel, and held a plastic door key for their suite. "See you there tonight," Oliver had written. "Chomp! Chomp!

And Kingsley being Kingsley, he smiled as he pretended to pull the trigger.

Not that they were there to have fun—although with Kingsley Martin around, fun was never far from the agenda.

The more things change, the more they stay different.