"At that moment, in the town of Coeur d’Coeurs, events occurred that are not, were not, and should never be considered an ending. For endings, as it is known, are where we begin." - Pushing Daisies, 2007-08
Dear Eve. I hope that this is a waste of time. That I am simply paranoid and that I will write this and then live a long and happy life. Better yet, I hope that I am reading this with you. That you’ve found it in some old shoe box and asked me, you’re grey haired silly old father, what it is. That would be wonderful. Then we could just dismiss this as some pointless thing I wrote when I was younger. When I feared for our lives. It would be lovely if we could laugh about this together. But there is a good chance you’re reading this alone. It breaks my heart to think that might be the case.