Eventually, We All End Up Alone.

I've Thrown Enough Punches In My Life To Know When Someone Is Hurting.

I Came Back, Uncle Eddie. Last Year, After The Henley, I Could Have Gone To Any School In The World -- I Could Have Done Anything, But I Came Back." "you Ran Away, Katarina." "and Now I'm Back." "you're Still Running.

You Get Some Sleep, Abigail," Townsend Told Her. "i'll Keep Watch." "that's Very Gracious Of You, But Being That We're On An Airplane..." Even After The Plane Took Off, They Kept Debating Security Perimeters And Protocols. I'm Pretty Sure They Argued For Forty-five Minutes About Where The Best Place For Cappuccino Was Near The Colosseum.

Trust. We Stake Our Lives On It, But It's A Subject That Not Even The Gallagher Academy Can Teach. When Do You Let Your Guard Down? Who Do You Let In? And I Knew At That Moment, As I Sat Beside My Mother, Bathing In The Warm Spring Light, That Those Were The Questions A Good Spy Never Stops Asking

So I Hear We Get To Go To Town This Weekend. Want To Catch A Movie Or Something? --z P.s. That Is, If Jimmy Doesn't Mind. Translation: This Weekend Might Be A Good Chance For Us To See Each Other Outside Our School In A Social Environment, Free Of Competetiton. I Do Not View Other Boys As Threats, And I Enjoy Making Them Seem Insignificant By Calling Them The Wrong Names. (translation By Macey Mchenry)