What makes you think there is a next step? [He leans back, crosses his legs and settles his hands on his knee while he watches her. There is, of course; there are dozens of steps. There is a determination to see Will accept what he is, to make him realize that there is no reason to fear looking.

He's not concerned he'll miss it; everything he's read says that time will not pass, while he's here.]

He was arrested for so many murders, Abigail. The perfect copycat. It's a wonder he was caught.

[But they'll never catch him.]