Everything I Needed Was In My Car,

A Little Boy Who's Discovered The Monster Under The Bed Is Actually Real, And It's Screwing Mommy.

I Could Have Just Said I'm Good At My Job, But I Didn't. Didn't Want The Police Thinking I Was Holding Out Information When I Wasn't. "i've Got One Advantage Over A Normal Homicide Detective, I Expect It To Be A Monster. No One Ever Calls Me In If It's Just A Stabbing, Or A Hit-and-run. I Don't Spend A Lot Of Time Trying To Come Up With Nice, Normal Explanations. It Means I Get To Ignore A Lot Of Theories.

He's No More Human Than I Am, Ma Petite." At Least I'm Not Dead." That Can Be Remedied.

-please, Anita, Go Home, And Don’t Freak. Just Go Home, And Be Happy. Be Happy, And Let Everyone Around You Be Happy. Is That So Hard? When Jason Said It Like That, It Didn’t Seem Hard. In Fact, It Seemed To Make A Lot Of Sense, But Inside, It Felt Hard. Inside It Felt Like The Hardest Thing In The World. To Just Let Go, And Not Pick Everything To Death. To Just Let Go And Enjoy What You Had. To Just Let Go And Not Make Everybody Around You Miserable With Your Own Internal Dialogue. To Just Let Go And Be Happy. So Simple. So Difficult. So Terrifying.

Only Those Who Have Never Known Fear Are Allowed To Think Less Of Others For Being Afraid. Frankly, I Think Anyone Who Has Never Been Afraid Of Anything In Their Entire Life Is Either A Liar Or Lacks Imagination.