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Sarah went home and dug through her parents albums.  Yes, vinyl.  She put on the record and got comfy on the couch.  The Smiths, The Queen is Dead.  She popped on the DVD of Mr. & Mr's Smith and Thought Quite Clearly, Paging Mr. Smith.  White courtesy phone for Mr. Smith.

She really hoped her parents wouldn't come home to find her a vegetable.  Or stuck in the cracks of a bridge somewhere.

You have a lack of subtlety I find amusing.  Smith looked as she remembered him in his dingy hospital scrubs and white canvas shoes.  He was sitting on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table.  So, what is it that you need?

My lack of subtlety?  Nothing!  I don't need anything.  Wait, I do, some answers.  Sylvia called you a Gorilla but I think maybe your a Monkey's Paw.  Why did you do that?  I mean, I know he was evil but...

She stops and shudders both physically and mentally.  She tucks her knees up under her chin and wraps her arms around them. 

That was horrible.  Couldn't you have just.. gotten him to confess?  Or even just brought him to me and I could have done it? 

I thought he committed suicide?  It was in the news, yes, I remember now.  He climbed into a bridge and was crushed or something.  He stands up, There are a lot of people that wont see there families again because of the business he ran.  He peddled in human flesh like it was art.  Bought and sold dreams and lives.  In his last dreadful moments though, he did do something good.  He gave me something I haven't had in a long time.  If you're having trouble dealing with it, I can fix that.  Or you can push through it.  We are the sum of our memories.  Good and bad.  Every time you think about how horrible his death was I want you to think about how you'd look as a rich man's nubile gymnast fantasy doll.  Then think about how you'd feel until you don't feel anything.  The people he's destroyed are either dead or have shut down and become nothing more than walking robots.  He's taken a multitude of lives and never gotten his hands dirty.  He comes over and sits next to Sarah.  Now for the tactical lesson.  If he confessed, they'd need evidence.  The evidence is the hard drive with all his dirty secrets on it.  You are one of those dirty secrets.  You want the feds crawling all over your life?  Now, the other people on that hard drive, the customers, they're the dangerous ones.  They find out that feds are looking at you because you were on his list, then they find out you have powers.  Obviously you made him confess, you're a threat.  While you're home in bed one night they slip in quietly and kill your family.  Maybe they're merciful and kill you too.  Probably not.  So, which is more important, the life of a man who was completely evil, or your family?  He stands up.  Don't answer right away, think about it for a while.

Sarah wakes up.  She's in her room, in her bed.  It's about 1AM according to her alarm clock.  It's cold, but she's sweating.

Sarah grabs her blanket and wraps herself in it.  She curls up in a ball and the tears start falling.  She hopes she's not really hanging from a bridge.  The night passes slowly while she thinks about Smith's words... over and over..and the bridge. 

Finally she thinks of one person that was probably safe from his influence.  But just as likely that Smith could imitate him.

Morpheus?

It seems like a long time before Morpheus arrives.  What is it Sarah?

The thoughts start tumbling out of her head.  Are you real?  Can you prove it?  Can you tell me if I'm awake or dreaming?  Do you know where I am?

Oh nothing.  Just tangled with someone with mental powers that could possibly make me think or do or say or feel most anything you could imagine.  Seems like the worst he did was knock me out for a while but I don't honestly know.  He could have run me around the state and I wouldn't have a clue.

Sarah ditches her clothes while she thinks and changes into her hero suit.  The sturdy warm clothing makes her feel a bit safer and she sits back in her chair. 

It's more than a small comfort.  It means a lot. Knowing that there is someone looking out for me means a lot. 

This person.  They killed someone.  I can't blame them for that.  It was more... how they killed them.  Squashed their head like a grape... with a closing drawbridge.  I can't imagine what they were thinking in those last moments.

Sarah paused to consider her words and her recent memory blank. 
Maybe they didn't know what was happening.  But I still don't like it.

I know that killing might sometimes be involved.  I can't even argue that this person deserved to live another day.  I don't know why I'm so upset.  He just...  It was so... 

She sighed and rubbed at some of the dried tear gunk in her eyes. 

A realization dawned on her.

It was because I let someone else take the responsibility.  I wouldn't have felt like this if I'd done the same thing.  But I let someone else deal with my problem and they killed someone.  Even if it was a good thing it just doesn't settle well with me.  I guess I'll be okay in a while.