I first saw her at Palantine Campaign headquarters at 63rd and Broadway. She was wearing a white dress. She appeared like an angel. Out of this filthy mess, she is alone. They... cannot... touch... her.

Travis had a lot of pent up anger he didn’t understand. You knew that was the way he was, that was why he sometimes thought the things that he did. He wasn’t stable. He had never been stable. His life had sometimes been on the up and up but sometimes it was lower than the sewer pipes his taxi ran above. You had to be careful when those times came. You weren’t just about to waltz into his life and claim it as your own but he made you wonder sometimes if that was what he thought he needed. Someone else in control, to take the wheel.

You stood in his apartment, waiting. It had been a bad few days for Travis. Your worry for him had increased a lot and you continued to check up on him when you could. You and Travis had known each other forever but only recently started to go out. He claimed he always knew that it would end up here one day and you believed him. You had had that sort of inclination as well. The door opened loudly and you stood up from the dirty couch. His whole apartment was dirty, no matter how often you cleaned it. He walked inside and you noticed his hair, immediately. Shaved down the sides as a mohawk. You let out an audible gasp but he just smiled meekly as when he saw you. “You like it?” he asked. You did not like it. You walked up to him and touched the side of his head that seemed to be poorly shaven off.

“What’s wrong with you?” you asked. You didn’t make it sound accusing, rather concerned. His face fell and you hated seeing that but you needed to ask him. You were tired of having to step on egg shells with him.

“Nothing,” he said innocently. walked back where you and shook your head.

“Clearly something.” You pulled out a small box and put it on your lap. He recognized it immediately even before you pulled out one of his guns. “I found this in your bedroom.”