Wolfe returned to the roof, his abode, and now the center of activity...
He then began to clean his knife, again, and also sat, looking at his reflection in the knife.
Well, black eye should serve as an inspiration...hopefully...
Wolfe then looked over at Bridget...
Damn near going suicidal over someone he doesn't know...Weird how things can turn out like this...
He looked back into the knife...
Father...I have not forgotten about you...Before you turned...That is...
"How all this happened..." Wolfe muttered, shaking his head.
Damn these fuckers...Damn this entire situation...