Warnings: 70s, personal canon, strangeness, extra cheese
Written for multifandom_pl's ficathon, Polish version here.
He can't sleep. Next to him, Ethan's breath is even, a steady sleep of someone with no nightmares, no second thoughts, no regrets.
He gets up, the desk is just a step away from the desk, everything is, in this hole of an apartment. That closeness didn't bother him before.
London, September 1979
You know me
I'm taking some of the books, I hope you don't mind. If you suddenly feel a strange need for Yeats, you know how to find me
Don't kill yourself, on purpose or otherwise. Yes, I would care, actually.
Be seeing you,
He leaves the letter on the desk.
The letter burns easily, much as Randall's body did.
He notices the words, Be seeing you before they too blacken and die.
"Count on it, Ripper."