DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Joker or Batman or anything of that related nature. I own NOTHING in this story except for the name of the main female character and the idea of the story. Any and all names or places depicted here are purely coincidental and I claim no ownership over such names or places.

Ok now that the pesky little disclaimer is out of the way….

Ok I absolutely LOVE the joker. Who doesn't right?! And as a tribute to that movie and the character and Heath Ledger (R.I.P) I figured I'd write a little story. I have no clue how long this is going to be really. I have no idea quite where I'm going with it. I have a pretty good idea. Oh and I need a betareader. If you would like to be that for me please message me.

This is my first story EVER. Please be gentle with the reviews  I'm new at this. NO FLAMES!! Please R&R so I know what how I'm doing. I don't mind constructive criticism at all. I love to improve on my work! PLEASEEEE let me know if he goes out of character. He will have to go out of character from time to time, but let me know if its way out there or for too long.

Laiss: Oh for the love of GOD why did you make me such a fluff in this story Phoenix!!

JOKER: you uh are a fluff….

Laiss: RRRRRGGGGG!! I AM NOT DAMN YOU!! I'LL SHOW YOU FLUFF!! (kicks Joker in the shin)

JOKER: ( grunts) ohhh he he he oh ha ha ha ahhh…you're gonna regret that you little….(pulls out knife and walks slowly at Laiss.)

Laiss: (giggles wildly and runs)

Phoenix(author): oh for heaven's SAKES you two!! its just the beginning of the damn story sheesh there is PLENTY of time for character expansion. I swear there is no pleasing some people!!

CHAPTER ONE-And here we go.

Lights were flashing….but why? Where was I? I can't remember much…

But I can feel pain, excruciating pain. What's happening? Am I dreaming? Am I dead?

I hear voices…screaming voices. I can't make them out…what are they saying? I hear the horrifying sounds of metal being cut. I try to open my eyes to see what's going on but I can't, I'm too weak. I can smell gasoline mixed with the smell of coconut car freshener. There's a terrible taste in my mouth and down the back of my throat.

What happened to me? The voices are becoming clearer and more distinct. I hear a man's voice gently trying to soothe me.

"It's ok miss….you're gonna be alright. Just hang on!" he heavily calls to me.

I become more coherent as the sounds of the metal being cut grows louder. The pain is unbearable and I'm starting to shake. What has happened to me? What the hell is going on??

More voices….louder now in harmony with the sounds of numerous vehicle engines growling in the background. The pain….the pain is so intense. The noise of the metal being cut stops, and I hear the man talk to me again.

"Just hold still, we'll have you out of there in a second. Just hold on!" He says softly as he starts shuffling around.

More voices come in to the chorus of noises.

"We have to lift it off very carefully we aren't sure how badly she's injured." The man that has been talking says to someone.

Injured? How? How have I been injured? I can't remember.

"Alright it looks like its going to be pretty easy to move lets just get it off and get her moved out before this thing goes." Another voice….different but still a man's voice.

On my left arm I feel slight movement and the pain intensifies. I moan and hear them telling each other easy and to be careful and telling me that I'm going to ok. My left arm drops and I feel a rush of cool air. Hands reach in and grab something laying across my chest. My seatbelt. I was driving. I've been in a car accident. But how? I feel something jerking the seatbelt around and then it comes loose. I feel more hands gently trying to move the seatbelt away from me.

"You're going to be ok now." I hear the first mans voice gently talking in my ear. "Help me here John!" I hear him call to someone else.

Hands come across me and under me to gently lift me out of my seat. I groan loudly as they try to delicately lift me out of the vehicle. The pain stays constant and that to me must be a good sign, its not intensifying.

My body is lifted up by three different sets of hands and laid down flat on a soft surface. I must be on a stretcher. Three sets of hands are now strapping me in and checking me over. I hear them talking to each other frantically. Sirens. I hear radios…police radios. More voices. A mask is put over my face and gently slipped behind my head.

"Breath you're going to be ok….." The man from the beginning says to me as I'm being lifted up on the stretcher and I feel them walking.

The engine noises are louder now, and I feel them stop and drop the wheels from under the stretcher and wheel me up into an ambulance I assume.

Doors shut down near my feet. Sensing someone near me, I try to open my eyes. They flutter for just a brief second and I see a man's shape under the brilliant lights above me. He's wearing dark blue clothes, and has very light colored hair. More doors slam and the engine gets louder then we start moving down the road. I hear the sirens start from the vehicle I'm in.

"Try to stay calm honey, its going to be ok. I'm gonna give you something to ease the pain. This might sting a bit…" He trails off as he takes my left arm up in his hands.

A needle pierces my arm ever so softly, and I feel him taping it into place. He's putting an I.V. in me. I hear him clinking around in the background.

"And here comes the medicine….this might sting a little." He says and I feel something going into my I.V. burning into my veins. I try to move my arm and whimper. "Shhh don't move…its going to be alright." The burning continues and gets worse making me squeeze my eyes shut. "There…that should help until we get you to the hospital." He says moving away from me and going towards my head and I hear him sit.

"Hey Chris, how's she doing back there?" I hear a voice call from the front end.

"I think she's gonna be ok John. She's lost a lot of blood. Are they ready down there for us or are we gonna have to wait twenty minutes again?" Chris says annoyed.

"No they are all ready for us. This was a pretty bad wreck. I wonder how the hell she managed to do that with the vehicle. It's a wonder she's alive. I didn't realize she was so tiny until we pulled her out. I thought she was a child behind that wheel." A third mans voice chimes in.

My head starts feeling dizzy and warm, and I realize the medication he's given me must be taking effect. The ambulance turns and then maneuvers, and I can tell we are moving very fast down the roads. Then we turn and all at once we come to a stop. The siren stops and I hear noises coming from outside the vehicle. The doors fly open and I hear more voices and feel a stinging rush of cold air hit me. I feel myself being wheeled down by three sets of hands.

"Is she conscious?" a woman's voice calls.

"Yes Judy, I think she is but unable to open her eyes right now." Chris says to her as they are wheeling me in.

"Alright get her into front room 12. They are waiting for her in there." The woman's voice calls after him as we are moving. I can see lights fluttering by my eyes. I smell the familiar smells of a hospital and hear shuffling of feet.

"In here!" I hear another woman's voice call to us.

Turning a corner, I feel myself wheeled head first into somewhere. Hands come across me and take off my straps. I'm gently lifted off the stretcher onto another soft surface. A sheet is placed over me up to my chest.

"How's she holding up?" The woman says as I feel her touching me.

"I think she's alright but I'm no doctor!" Chris chuckles softly. More feet shuffling.

"Honey? Can you hear me?" The woman says to me as she gently touches me.

"mmmm" is all I can get out.

"Alright honey, its going to be ok. Can you talk at all?" She asks me as she peels one of my eyes open and shines a small pen sized flashlight in it. I can't make anything out. I try to squeeze my eye shut and move my head. "No no, don't move around now. Can you talk to me honey? Tell me you're name?" She says as she peels the other eye open. This time I get a look at her. She has very dark hair and a very full face, and that's all I can make out beneath the blinding light.

"La…Laiss…Laiss…" when I speak, it doesn't even sound like my voice.

"Ah that's good you can speak. Laiss? Nice to meet you Laiss. I'm Doctor Angie Lasek, and I'm going to take care of you. You were in quite the nasty car accident. Any idea what happened?"

"No…" I say softly starting to cough. The pain in my chest makes me whine and brings tears to my eyes.

"Does your chest hurt?" She says as she moves around the bed taking my air mask off gently.

"Yes…" my voice crackles.

"That's very common with accidents of that severity. Don't worry were going to get you into x-ray to make sure nothing is broken or cracked. Do you know where you are honey?" She says as she checks my I.V. over in my arm.

"Hospital…" I trail off.

"That's right. You are in St. Elizabeth's hospital in our ER section." She says softly.

"How old are you Laiss?" I hear her say as she's feeling around.

"Seven…teen…" I can't barely form the word.

"How much do you weigh?" she says softly.

"One….hundred." I sputter.

"One hundred pounds? Is that all?" She says clinking something together.

"Yes…." My throat hurts so bad when I talk.

"And how tall are you?" she asks suspiciously.

"Five...feet… even…" I breath out.

"Ah…it's a wonder you even survived the wreck being as small as you are." I can hear the motherly sympathy in her voice. "Do you hurt badly anywhere?"

"No…all….over…" I mumble.

"I think you're going to be alright honey, just pretty badly banged up." She says moving the sheet around.

More shuffling feet. A curtain is being pulled aside.

"How's she holding up?" I hear Chris's voice again.

I hear Doctor Lasek sighed. "She'll be ok Chris, she's talking now. Her name is Laiss and she's seventeen. You did get her ID from the car wreck right?"

"Mmhmm" he says softly.

"Why don't you go fill the paperwork out and I'll be with you in just a minute ok? We have to find her parents." She says moving around the room.

"Ok Doc." I can hear the smile in his voice as he closes the curtain again.

"Honey…" I hear her say as she moves closer to me. "Can you try to open your eyes? I will shut the lights off in here if it helps."

"Yes…" I choke out.

I hear her move to shut the lights off and then the blinding light stops. I gently try to open my eyes. The first thing I see is the doctor. She's a tall woman in her late forties, with dark black silver streaked hair and a very round face. Her eyes are very expressive and the most brilliant shade of electric blue. Her coat is white and she's wearing a pink button down cotton blouse and black dress pants under the open coat.

"Well hello there Laiss…is that better with the lights off?" She smiles at me.

"Yes…" my throat is so raw. It feels almost like I've been screaming for hours on end or someone choked me. I look around the room and see a sink to my right with a soap dispenser hanging to its right. There is a long cabinet with many drawers next to the sink which is level to the sink and its covered with various hospital trinkets. There are hospital privacy curtains on the left and the front of the room.

"I don't think you have any internal bleeding which is good. I'm sure you have some pretty nasty contusions and lacerations and there will be some swelling in those areas. The cut across your chest is going to need to be taken care. It's not so bad that it needs stitches, its just a minor cut but it still needs to be cleaned out and bandaged as well as any other wounds you may have. You will also be weak for a few days from the blood loss." She says moving closer to me. "You're quite lucky you know, I heard that car flipped a few times."

For the first time I look down at myself. I'm covered mostly in a white sheet but I can see my chest and my turquoise angel print tank top is ripped open exposing part of my blood stained white bra which is also partially ripped. I have a crooked slash mark down my chest, not deep enough to scar but deep enough to bleed. My shirt is streaked with not only blood but an unknown black, red and white substance and so are my arms. Part of my long, light blonde hair is tangled over the front of me and I can also feel it sticking to the bottom of my lower back where my shorts meet my shirt. My eyebrows come together over my emerald green eyes in confusion as I try to reach up to inspect the damage and realize my hands have the same colorful substance on them.

"What….what the….hell…." I start choking on my own words in disbelief.

"Take it easy honey. It's going to be ok. I know its quite a shock to see yourself in this sort of state. But you're going to be just fine. We will get you x-ray in just a few moments." She says putting her hand on my arm. I shrink back.

Something stirs within me. Fear. I feel intense paralyzing fear. Something….awful happened to me. But what…and do I really want to remember?

"Are you ok?" She says looking down at me and placing her hand on my shoulder. Looking up into her brilliant eyes and then I see something flash in the far reaches of my memory…. A face. A contorted snarling face. No…No….I don't want to remember this…do I? Something is coming at me. I reach up and grab the doctors hand and squeeze. "Honey….come on now its going to be ok…" she says as she's watching me squeeze her hand.

No get away from me….don't come any closer…please…I don't want this…A voice echoing my in head causes me to jump….who's there?!

"Honey….please….let go…." The doctor pleads with me as I'm crushing her hand and she's becoming alarmed. My face gets uncomfortably hot and my head starts to spin.

The voice is getting clearer and more distinct. No….no….it can't be. It's getting closer. No please I don't want this. Wait…what don't I want?? I don't want this…I didn't mean it. No please….get away from me.

"Laiss…let go….you're hurting me!" Doctor Lasek says louder. I still squeeze unable to let go and immobilized by fear. "CHRIS!! JOHN!! ALLY!! GET IN HERE SOMEONE QUICK HELP!!" She continues shouting but my vision fades from this world and I'm starting to see horrifying images. She's trying to get away from me now without hurting me and we are rocking around slightly. My grip is relentless.

The voice echo's in my head again this time so much clearer. It's a mans voice. "...uh but you do want it Laiss…you called for me and here I am…" I've lost touch with where I am and slip into a dark memory just below the surface of consciousness.

No….please get away from me…the face becomes clearer…. his eyes searing into me…his dark sinister eyes surrounded by pitch black paint from the bottom of the eye socket and feathering so lightly into his eyebrows.

Oh God no….please no….someone help me! Where the hell am I! What the hell is going on!! Why can't I move?? My heart starts pounding so fiercely I'm afraid I'm having a heart attack. I start to pant.

"…uh you know very well what's going on Laiss…" How does he know my name…why can't I see the rest of him? I try to look at his face. Its covered in white paint that has mostly dried and cracked in some spots. Oh god….his lips….he's got scars on the sides of his mouth that extend a few inches out and are poorly healed…his mouth and scars are painted a bright red color. I can't help but stare up at him and study his face….its so remarkably beautiful to me even in this situation. He smirks at me and licks his lips. "like uh what you see?"

Please no….I don't want this. "but you do…" he says as he comes closer to me. He's so close now I can see the color of his eyes. Brilliant deep black eyes….so beautiful. His wild blond green tinted hair tousled around his face and partially down his neck. I can smell him and he smells so good, like rain and wood. Why the hell can't I move!! He smacks his lips smiling at me.

Stop…don't come any closer…or I'll...I see something flash out of the corner of my eye breaking my gaze. In his gloved right hand I see a black handled knife. Oh god no please…don't do this….this isn't real this isn't…this can't be happening…"or you'll what…" his voice is deeper now, more chilling.

Or I'll scream and then they will hear….he swiftly and silently reaches his left hand around the back of my neck and puts the blade to my left cheek. I gasp and struggle against him but he's just too strong and way too big. "shh shh look at me…I'm not going to hurt you…" he whispers to me almost like a father to a child. Stopping my struggle I look up into his face. He is towering over me, he has to be over foot taller than me. I'm going to die. He's going to kill me. What have I done? He licks his lips and smiles and leans down to me "So beautiful…" he whispers as he ever so gently and slowly runs the tip of the knife blade down my cheek seductively while he studies my face. My body starts to shake uncontrollably and the tears start to well up in my eyes. His smile widens and his eyes dance as he leans even closer to me "So very beautiful…"

Out of no where I feel a stinging pain in my arm and the memory starts to fade. "For God's sakes be careful! She might have broken or cracked bones!!" Coming out of my memory, I see a man over me pushing me off Doctor Lasek as she's yelling at him. Realizing the stinging pain is another man trying to give me a shot, I begin to struggle.

"NO!! NO!! HE'S COMING TO GET ME!! GOD PLEASE NOOO!! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!! DON'T PUT ME TO SLEEP!!" I start screaming and struggling against Chris. The sheet I was covered with goes sailing as I kick and I feel a rush of cool air against my bare legs. The memory is fading fast and its hard to keep it in my mind. Was it all just a dream?

"Laiss….calm down….come on now its ok. No one will hurt you here. Relax….easy.." He's pushing me down trying to calm me. I recognize that voice. This man that has me must be Chris. He's looking down at me with his steel blue eyes and soft featured face. His light colored blonde hair is dangling around his face as he's studying my face. I stop struggling and look at the other man who had given me a shot. His hair was light brown and he had matching light brown eyes and a small face. They both look around the same age, late twenties or so. Looking back up to Chris, he smiles. "That's it….just relax. It's going to be alright." He lets go of me when I relax and I feel the shot they gave me starting to take effect.

"What….did you give me?" I whisper to him, eyes starting to get blurry and the memory fades away back into the abyss of my mind.

"It's just a mild…sedative." Doctor Lasek says softly as we both look at her. "You sure gave us a scare there. We're going to take you to x-ray now to make sure you don't have any broken or cracked bones. Can you sit up?" She comes over to me but doesn't touch me.

"I think so…I'm kinda dizzy." My voice is slurring.

"The sedative will make you a bit dizzy but you'll be ok. We need you to sit up for us right now. Can you do that?" she says as Chris backs away.

I start to sit up and the pain in my body although intense, isn't as bad as it was.

"There we are…now can you get up into the wheel chair for us?" Doctor Lasek says as she puts her hand under my arm to help me up.

"Yes…" I say softly.

Chris walks out of the curtain and wheels a dark blue wheelchair in next to my bed. Carefully sliding off the bed, I get into the wheelchair while Chris and Doctor Lasek helps me. A young nurse in animal print scubs appears from behind the curtain and gives me a sweet smile. She's short and has long dark chestnut brown hair pulled back in a pony tail and deep brown eyes.

"Hi there! My name is Sharri and I'm going to take you down to x-ray and get you checked out." She says as she goes behind the wheel chair.

My head is so dizzy and I'm so tired I can barely focus on anything as she wheels me down the hall. I can hear soft voices murmuring around me and low beeps from time to time. We come to a door and she wheels me through into a dim lit room and puts me near the x-ray table which is in the center of the room.

"Here we are. Can you stand up and get up there for me? This is gonna take a few minutes to x-ray you completely so just lay back and relax I will do the rest." She says to me as I slowly crawl up on the x-ray table. "Any chance you might be pregnant?"

"No…" my voice is soft.

"Well here just in case…" she says as she puts the lead shield over my stomach and straps it around my back.

I lay down on the x-ray table and start to drift off into a peaceful state of mind. The sedative they gave me is really starting to take effect on me. I can hear her moving around and changing the x-ray plates and talking to me but I'm not paying attention to what she's saying.

"Alright there. Let's get you back to your room so they can patch you up. I don't see anything broken or cracked but don't tell the doctor that she likes to do that for herself!" She chuckles as I slide off the x-ray table and into the wheel chair.

"Ok." I say to her.

She begins wheeling me back down the halls and I'm still dizzy and tired but this time I try to pay attention to my surroundings but I can't. We come back to the ER area where my room is and she wheels me back in.

"Here we are honey! You get up there and rest the doctor will be in here in just a few minutes." She smiles as I get up onto my bed and she leaves closing the curtain behind her.

My eyes flutter as I listen to the people walk by and talk to each other. I can hear whispering directly outside of my curtain over near where the walls must be. I try to make it out by closing my eyes and focusing my hearing.

"A joker card? What do you mean a joker card? Are you sure? How is that possible?" its Doctor Lasek whispering. My eyebrows come together….joker card? Why can't I remember what happened….what does that mean?

"I don't have the slightest clue how it got in there but its there. Its not just one either. They are littered all over the vehicle as well. All with the same message on them." Chris is whispering now, obviously disturbed. Message? What message?

"It might have to do with her little outburst in there earlier. Someone might be after her. Are the police aware of this?" She whispered.

"The police are on their way over. They wanted her to get taken care of first before they questioned her as to what this all meant." Chris whispered.

"Did you contact her parents yet? She is a minor and can't be interrogated by the police without a parent present." Doctor Lasek sighs obviously frustrated.

"Yes they are on their way right now. The mother didn't sound too happy either." Chris whispers.

Oh no this can't be good….the cops are coming….great I'm going to go to jail but for what? I'm so damn confused. Why can't I remember what happened to me?? Oh my parents are not going to be pleased. Like they ever are pleased with me.

"Doctor Lasek?" I hear Sharri's voice. "Here's the x-rays for Laiss Wyatt. Nothing looks broken or cracked."

"Fantastic!" Doctor Lasek says in a pleased tone.

People start moving towards my curtain and push it aside. I open my eyes and look up and see Sharri, Doctor Lasek, and Chris all walk in.

"Well hello there…" Chris says to me with a wink.

"Well Laiss I've got some great news. You don't have to spend the rest of the summer in a cast! Only thing we have to do for you now is clean up that cut in your chest and write you out some prescriptions for pain." She says as she's opening drawers in the cabinet and moving things around and pulling things out. "Sharri, can you finish up here for me while I go write up those prescriptions? Thanks" She says as she hands gauze to her.

"Sure thing Doctor." Sharri says as the doctor leaves the room. She turns to me. "Now honey this might sting a bit that's a pretty nasty gouge you have in your chest. I'm going to need you to take off your shirt and bra. Your mom and dad have been called and are on their way and are bringing you some extra clothes."

I look up at Chris and he's standing there with a smirk on his face. I glare at him through my drugged haze.

"What about him…." I say pointing to him slurring my words.

He gets an innocent look on his face and throws his hands up as Sharri puts her hands on hips and gives him a look as a mother would a child who did something naughty.

"What did I do?? Aren't we all professionals here?? Oh alright I'm going!…don't have a fit Sharri!" he says softly laughing as he leaves the room.

She turns to me and rolls her eyes. "Men I swear!" She smiles at me and I smile back. "Now lets get you patched up. Go ahead and take your shirt and bra off we will get you fixed right up."

Just then Doctor Lasek comes back in. She looks at me. "Your mom and dad are her would you like me to send them in?" I shake my head yes and she looks behind her and motions for them to come in and then steps out of the way for them to come in.

The first one through the curtain is my father in his business suit. I smile weakly up at him. His deep emerald eyes take in the sight of his only daughter mangled by a nasty car wreck and the tears well up in his eyes. My father is a tough man, and has only one weakness and that would be me. But that could be said about all fathers. He runs his hands through his jet black hair and then down his rough tan face and removes his black rimmed glasses to wipe his face off.

"I'll come back in a few minutes to patch you up ok? Call me when you're ready." Sharri said as she walked out of the room.

"Hi there tiger lily.…" he says coming over to me and puts his glasses back on.

"Sorry about the car daddy…" I look up at him and say softly.

"Oh for crying out loud Laiss screw the damn car. I'm just glad you're ok!" He says, gently putting his hand on my shoulder.

Off to his left side my mother comes around him. She's a far cry from his height of six feet. She's where I get most of my looks from. Actually she's where I get close to all my looks from. From her short stature of five foot three and long wispy blond hair, right down to her elf like features and body shape that make her look far younger than she really is. The only feature I didn't get from my mom were her icy blue eyes.

"Well…maybe this will teach you to go for joy rides." She sighs shaking her head at me.

"Denise please…" My dad shoots her a nasty look. My father has quite the temper and that's one of the things I got from him along with his emerald eyes.

"Joy ride?" I repeat.

"Oh Harry please. The girl goes out with her friends to watch that stupid movie again for the tenth time and never comes home and then we get a phone call bright and early Saturday morning and our baby girl is in the damn hospital." Her voice wavers and I can tell she is legitimately concerned and was worried sick. "We didn't get you that car so you could go joy riding Laiss." She looks at me with her cold eyes. That's my mother for you. It's not that she doesn't care for me, its that she doesn't like to display any emotions remotely close to caring. Then her eyes soften and she walks over to me and gives me a gentle hug trying to avoid the paint. "I'm sorry…I was so upset….I'm glad you're ok."

"How did this….happen?" My father asks me with a confused look.

"I…I don't really know dad….I don't remember last night. I don't remember going out…" I said rubbing my head.

"Amnesia?" my mother says cocking an eyebrow.

"I'm not sure…they said I don't have anything wrong with me other than cuts and bruises. But…I can't remember what I was doing. Or where I was. Or who I was with. I…it just….its gone…." I was desperately trying to remember and getting very frustrated by not being able to. I've always had such a keen memory so why is it failing me now?

"I'm sure it will all come back to you in time honey." My dad said.

"Well…Harry…lets let them finish taking care of her. Here sweetie, I brought you some extra clothes. Its very hot out today so I brought you're orange tank top and khaki shorts." My mother said as she set my clothes in the chair near the bed. "We will be waiting for you right outside here."

"Ok" I called after them as they walked out.

Sharri came back through the curtain and smiled at me. "All ready?" I shook my head yes. "Alright then….this might sting a bit but I promise to be gentle. And I have some pain medicine for you if you'd like," she said holding up a small cup full of two pills and I wobbly shook my head yes. ",Oh and while we're at it….let me get that I.V. out of you." She shut the curtain and then walked over and began removing my I.V tube and I squirmed slightly but was thankful when she got it out of my forearm. "Ok now, just take your shirt off and your bra and we will get that cut all cleaned up." She said as she began putting items from the cabinet on the medical tray to wheel over to me.

Leaning up I start taking my shirt off and I wince because I was still in pain. When I take my shirt off a playing card goes fluttering on the bed like a piece of ominous confetti. Both Sharri and I look at it, very confused. Reaching down, Sharri picks it up and gawks at it as her eyebrows furrow.

"What the…" She breathed.

"What…is that?" I feel the chills go down my back.

She hands it to me after a moment of staring at it with her mouth open. It's a wicked looking joker card with words scribbled on it in deep red marker. My blood immediately goes cold and I stop breathing. My heart begins to thunder in my chest and echo in my ears as the memory starts to surface again as I read what was scribbled on the card:

HA HA HA HA we will meet again my sweet little Laiss

Oh god….please….no….