Leon Orcot

Well, here I am. I don't know what I'm expecting to find here - D wasn't in any of the last places I've checked, and I doubt he'll be here. But I've got to look. That's what keeps me going. I've got to know.

For now, I'm staying in a cheap motel room. The floor's filthy. Feels like home.

I really want a cigarette. And a bottle of cold beer. I don't think I'm even addicted anymore. But it would be nice to have something to remind me of home and how things were. Something besides that picture that Chris drew.

I think that kid was the smartest of us all, back then.