Ah, Harry didn't look up at him. I'm proud of the dear boy. He's pulling off not looking too desperate. Always a good thing when you're in psycho-crushies. After all, it's easy to look desperate. :-D Are you sick of me identifying with Harry yet?

Well, do know this, you're story is keeping me sane my dear, in a world of obituaries and strife! That's right, obituaries and strife. God I hate working for a newspaper. I mean, I see the news! Constantly now! Ack!!!

I wanted to go speeding in the fog tonight! Now how sane is that! Fun, yes, but sane. Nooooo.

Okay, off to read part five. Yay! *Jumping up and down like a crazy monkey chick. MOnKey noise.*