Scribble, scribble. “Something about the red hair.” Scribble, scribble. “Something about the attitude.” Scribble, scribble. “Something about the puppy-ness and the ShinRa-ness and the Turkey-ness.” Scribble, scribble. “Something about the EMR, a.k.a. gnarled walking cane.” Insert the dawning realization that he’s dead. “…” Pause. “Never been honest with him before. No need to start being honest now.” Scribble, scribble. “But maybe something about the missing him bit wouldn’t hurt. Just once.”