“I am leaving,” the Blue Man whispered in his ear. “This step of heaven is over for me. But there are others for you to meet.” “Wait,” Eddie said, pulling back. “Just tell me one thing. Did I save the little girl? At the pier. Did I save her?” The Blue Man did not answer. Eddie slumped. “Then my death was a waste, just like my life.” “No life is a waste,” the Blue Man said. “The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.”
