The Universe's Mixer

Dexter hadn't at all gotten over how disturbing it was that he was so good at the inane sport of bowling. There was no reason for it. It wasn't like he had done much in the way of practice. Just one day he'd been looking for a way to hide himself in plain sight, joined the bowling team, picked up a ball, and the rest is history.

With nothing else much to do in the City, taking up bowling again seemed like the best way to kill time. There were great long periods of time where nobody was murdered, and there was no blood spatter for him to analyze. After that came the time when he'd finished catching up on reports, and had absolutely no reason to go into work.

And then, of course, was the idea that he'd just died himself and needed some time off anyway to sort through the feelings that had come along with that. So he didn't particularly mind the lack of anything when it came down to it. But there were still the nights that he felt restless. Amazingly, he'd looked into his closet and found the Bowl Till You Bleed shirt he'd worn back in Miami. That was what had given him the idea in the first place.

So here he was now, bowling. It wasn't as much fun by himself, but it was better than nothing.