Author's Notes: I wasn't planning on a sequel, but here you go. 200 words this time around.

The thing is, it was a common occurrence. Between 2 and 3 am, after the meetings, pillow talk then, of course... the screaming. His name, Neil, over and over.

And this mousy kid asks, "Who was Neil?"

Todd can't find the words; they all dam up in the back of his throat, and he chokes, heading quickly to the bathroom.

He looks at his reflection, and can't help but wonder if his name meant anything to Neil at all.

Knox called him the other day, says they gave him a photograph of Neil's note, the one where he apologizes for putting a bullet in his brain.

Says "he mentioned you, Todd."

His name, apparently, written in conjunction with the word 'love'.

And Knox says, "I don't know what was going on with you two."

And Knox says, "He didn't want to hurt you, Todd."

And Knox says, "Don't cry, Todd."

And Todd hung up the phone, receiver wet with tears, and headed to his room to deal with the mousy kid only to find Charlie on his bed.

And Charlie says, "I got transferred here, Todd."

And Charlie asks, "Why are you crying?"

And Todd replies, "He mentioned my name."