Everyone Is Doing Forensics.

Rain Slowly Slides Down The Glass As If The Night Is Crying.

On The Last Morning Of Virginia's Bloodiest Year Since The Civil War, I Built A Fire And Sat Facing A Window Of Darkness Where At Sunrise I Knew I Would Find The Sea.

And Suddenly The World Was Filled With Wooden Faces And Flat Voices - And, You Were Alone.

My Fans Want Me To Talk To Them. And Even If They Want To Be Critical, I Want To Hear What They've Got To Say.

The Biggest Risk With A Series That Goes On This Long Is That You'll Get Bored With The Character.