Solitary Susan

Mark's life, on a flash drive. It was so sad: I cried for hours. That wonderful, vibrant man whose eyes twinkled in a unique and magical way, my Mark, my very own Mark, and this is what he left for me. A flash drive containing his life's work, and his death sentence, all wrapped up together.

Finding the flash drive changed my life. I made elaborate plans, and I waited patiently for the right moment to implement them. When that moment comes, Mark will change the world as we know it, and he'll do it from the grave. May I have the courage to carry on, and may Mark rest in peace, once I have done for him what he could not do himself.

Meanwhile, I have to go vomit in the toilet now. I'm carrying James' baby, and I have morning sickness. Some ginger ale should help, too, but only after I vomit. So please excuse me, goodbye, and good luck.