There's a fine line between criminal and detective. I never once *wanted* to be a detective. I actually thought it wasn't too great a job. But now, I feel completely different. If it's going to help my friends, I'll do it. I have to believe in myself. I can't turn away from the truth! Even if it were possible to speak with the dead... I don't have anything to say. What is hope....? A burden you bear? I reject hope and despair!