[For Newt]

They finally let Newt out of hospital a short while ago, and he's free to do whatever he wants, go wherever he wants -- within Darrow's boundaries. I'm sure he's already well on his way to seeing everything worth seeing, doing everything that's fun to do; he's got other friends to show him around. He doesn't need me to take him anywhere, but since he didn't turn me away, here I am now, standing in front of the door to his apartment, my hand raised to knock.

The weather these days isn't great for the seaside, where the crisp breeze can get too cold to be pleasant. I wonder if Newt's gone to see the ocean anyway. I'm probably too late, which means a change of plans.

As soon as I knock and he answers the door, I'll ask. I just have to go through with knocking, instead of making a list of back-up ideas right now. There'll be something he hasn't seen yet.

Taking a deep breath, I toss my list into a corner of my mind, bring my hand in, and rap my knuckles against the door.