You and Victor had decided to go out, late at night. It was an Autumns night, a few weeks before Halloween. Vic had been troubled and called out to you, you being one of his only friends outside the Bowers Gang.

You sat by the ledge of the Quarry, talking, before he brought up Patrick.

“How can I take it, I wondered.”

He asked, softly.

“Henry is tougher then I am, why can I take it when Henry cant?”

He paused.

“And then I knew, Patrick was the only thing Henry loved..”

He looked at you with gentle eyes.

“And now Patricks gone..”