"It's wishful thinking, I think." Jennifer shook her head a bit as she handed over the boxes to get her key out. "Everybody dies alone, and I've never seen anyone die truthfully peaceful."
Of course, most of the people she'd seen die had done so while in the line of duty or on the other end of a gun. Then there were all the murders she'd seen since she'd started her time here as a CBI agent.
Jennifer looked back up at Charlie, key in hand. She turned to work the lock and then held her hands out for the boxes.