which came first the melancholy or the key to the hotel?
if it’s the initiation ritual I sit here drunk now. I am a series of small victories and large defeats and I am as amazed as any other that I have gotten from there to here without committing murder or being murdered; without having ended up in the madhouse.
[He watches the news for a while. He surfs the Net and scrolls through every article, even the tabloids. He thinks, a lot, mulls it over, and then the post comes.]
With the new year here, I thought it might be a good time to get some secrets off our chests. Write them out, leave them behind, move forward with a clean slate.
So. What kind of secrets do you have lurking inside that are itching to get out?
[The box appears in Dean's hotel room in the early morning hours of Tuesday. It is wrapped in newsprint and twine and has no tag indicating who it is to or who it is from. Inside, a blast from the proverbial past. Horrendously coloured and jabbering away in something that is distinctly not it's normal language, the thing sits and watches Dean once it is opened.]
Does the holiday season permit celebration between the reminiscing of pestilence and the later gift-giving, or do you deny yourselves prior to the orgy, renewed virginity for gluttony to come?
[Dexter]
Did you track down whoever it was who thought to compose a fiction from my accounting? I expect him no longer in my employ - or anyone else's.