"I wrote this novel just for you, it sounds pretentious but its true.I wrote this novel just for you,thats why its vulger, thats why its blue."
-Placebo, Blue American

Eventual Meeting last part

The midday sun shone brightly through Gary's .
midday?
For the past 5 years, Gary had beeen woken in the same way:Thump, meow, thump, meow.
'The paper!'
It had been three days since his meeting with Lucious things had happend headlines, faded print and fuzzy knew something was up.

This morning was the weirdest event so had a bad feeling...
Gary ran down the stairs to the bar without even had to talkto 'd know what to do.
'the paper's gone'
'what'
'i mean kaboom, gone, disappeared'
'its gotta be around somewhere, Gary'
'nowhere'
'maybe the paper figured you needed a rest, after all the stuff happened you lately.'
' yeah, maybe'

An hour later, Gary was walking down the street, wondering what to the paper he was Hatch sans beard.
He smelt burning. He looked of burned paper started to had reached the Sun Times office without was smoke rising from the first went into automatic drive after doing it so many times. He ran to get in, but suddenly realised it was not his hadnt the paper any the covered his mouth and ran into the chaos and had to had to.

Gary could see nothing through the he reached the first floor, he could hear were trapped.

Suddenly a woman jumped in front of him she seemed as if she knew what she was are you? she asked

Before he could answer, she was into the rooms helping people to felt helpless, but helped her the best he could.

After all was well and they both had been cleared of smoke inhalation, the woman made to go
' I shouldnt be here'
It was then that Gary spotted the her right back pocket, where he had always kept his.
'You, the paper...'he gulped
A look of fright and shock washed over her face.
'um, yeah, my paper, you?'
'yeah'
'really?'
'uh-hum'
'then YOURE Gary Hobson'
'The one and only'
'Snow told me about was your keeper too?'
'If you wanna call it that'

Her name was had taken had figured that Gary needed early stressed was her first talked for hours, Gary recounting his stories like war tales.

As Gary walked home, he thought about the was to do had a feeling that the paper would interfere in his life in one way or way, he decided to return that call from was the word of the day.