julia l, stephanie m, damien w,
[To Julia Langdale, a vintage card. It isn't signed. On the back:]
If you ever want to come back, I'll be here.
[To Stephanie Miller, a letter in a plain white envelope. It's handwritten.]
I imagine you're cussing me out good right about now. I don't think I ever properly learned how to say goodbye. It feels too finite to say goodbye. I wanted to talk to you before I left. I wanted to hear your voice, maybe give you a chance to tell me what an idiot I am. Then I'd just end up staying, and I don't want to stay. The town works for you and Eddie, it looks good on you. I think you can make a real life of it, and if not there, some place that isn't anything like where we grow up. You deserve it, Stephanie. I love you. I always, always will.
[To Damian Wainright, a thick yellow envelope with plastic bubble inner lining.]
[Inside is a key on a metal ring, it opens a unit in a private storage facility back in Jersey. Inside the unit, if Damien ever goes to open it, is all of Tim's old crime fighting gear. In the envelope, there's also a small note. Just a few words.]
Do good. Do better.