My hope, as I type with unsteady hands, as the black vines begin to move more decisively, excited to begin their work, is that Leannon—my playmate, my best friend, and the love of my life—will be able to bring me back to myself, as I brought her back twice before. My hope is to wander the endless hidden streets, alleys, and offices of the City, to explore its many crevices and parse its dark secrets. My hope is to ride the night winds with Leannon forever.
