I don't own The Mentalist.

The horror of missed opportunities.

(Patrick has yet to decide if their's is a tragedy or a comedy. A comedy of errors.

That he always fail. Does that make him the villain?)

Lord, either let me suffer or let me die said Saint Teresa, but he thinks that that might have been him instead.

He keeps their names, all of them who suffer and die in this endless battle he plays.

Now Wainwright (how how how?) and Darcy and Rigsby, VanPelt, Cho, Lisbon.

(And yet all he can think is that he came so close. And He slipped through fingers.)