Some thoughts from Kay. KAY

So, you know, last time we met, I know I talked all big about being sure about packing up my vat of SPF 50 and staying close to all the ce-ment ponds and everything, and I did see an opportunity to write my own ticket out there(Even if I haven’t actually written a ticket in close to forever so even that thought was more nostalgic than not.)

Starting over is hard, though. Even John. I mean, Detective Munch came back from literally death’s door(and, yes, even farther, thank you for pointing that out) and found that to be true. But it might not have been the same for him as for me, because all of a sudden, BPD wanted to make bygones bygones. They finally said they saw a “public-relations opportunity” with me and offered a clear path to promotions that I hadn’t seen for years. It tempted me, even as the media training classes made it seem that they thought I opened beer cans with my forehead or something. (Which I might have done, once, “One of the guys” being, as you might have guessed, one of my persistent weaknesses. At least, I did it before anyone could upload it. Silver lining.)

Sometimes I still wonder if I should have held out for the excitement. I came close to death too, recently, and it tells me that, barring reincarnation or a well-placed pair of fangs, we go around once. Maybe I should say goodbye to the vision of Captain Kay.