Frank,

I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say. Didn't you get my messages? I don't think I dare ask Mira. She might hit me. I was sure I left several with someone there at the station. No, I don't want to deal with Sarah if she ever gets mad at me.

Is she mad at me? Are you mad at me? I am sorry...

I think some sanity will do all of you some good. It gets crazy at the precinct even by my standards sometimes!

I appreciate what you're saying, but I don't know. What would I do? I won't do special effects anymore, at least not working for directors and such. I don't think I can handle it now. The business is Angie's and she'll just have to decide what to do with it. It should have been hers to begin with anyway. I always knew that. I don't think I would be much use to you, as banged up as I've gotten. A grandmother could beat me up now! (Well, she probably could have done it before too, but that's beside the point.) I don't think I could take the city anymore. It was getting on me something awful. Every day, I seemed be losing little bits of what made me, ME. I don't want to lose me. Does that make sense? I'm afraid I'm not making any sense and I'm sorry, Frank. It's just that I'm not sure what I mean or feel anymore, so how can I explain it to someone else? I thought coming home and well, dealing with things here would help. Now I'm just more confused than ever.

I'm sorry, Francis. Apologize to Sarah and the girls for me. I'm I'll understand if you don't want to be my friends anymore.

I am sorry,
Rollie