Luke H [Left for Luke H] [On his pillow, a picture of a familiar piano shawl. It's draped over an equally familiar sign, Gotham Bank, and the sky is grimy and grungy, and the shawl looks bright and cheery in comparison.
If he goes, when he goes, the scarf is there, but there's no sign of her. The scarf, if he gets close enough to it, smells of her room in Gatsby, strong perfumes, ammonia and tea. There's no fear associated with the scent. And, in tiny letters, scratched just below the scarf on the signpost.]