"Can I help you?" a man in a blue uniform said as we walked into the station. He seemed like he was part of the cops that Kenzie had told me about.

        "I would like to turn myself in," I said.

        "Do you have a criminal charge of any sort? Any arrest warrants, are you under house arrest, on probation, etc.?" the officer asked calmly. I looked over to Kenzie, who just shrugged.

        "Not that I know of," I said.

        "Then why are you here? You should wait till an arrest warrant is submitted before turning yourself in, otherwise we have no crime to hold you for," he said.

        "Shouldn't you detain him anyway, officer?" Kenzie asked.

        "For what? You haven't stated a crime. You could just walk out till evidence is found," he said.

        "Well I'm not going to walk out," I said.

        "What crime have you committed?" he asked.

        "Well, he hasn't committed a crime exactly," Kenzie said.

        "Then why are you here?" he asked.

        "He needs protection," she responded.

        "From what or who?" he asked.

        "Hudson Enterprise," she responded. The man looked up at her with a bored and disinterested look.

        "Right. For what reason?" he asked.

        "Because this is Hudson Graves Jr. He survived an assasination attempt," Kenzie said.

        "Do you have any proof of these claims?" he asked.

        "Check his prints, his DNA, whatever," Kenzie said.

        "We will do that in a moment. Any proof of the assasination attempt?" he asked.

        "Can't his statement be enough to warrant protection?" Kenzie retorted.

        "So the answer is no. Does he have a lawyer if a case is filed?" he asked.

        "Yes," Kenzie answered. The man took out a piece of paper from a folder, grabbed a pen, and started scribbling things down.

        "So can you help me?" I cautiously asked.

        "I can see what can be arranged, if your identity checks out," he said. I looked over to Kenzie, who gave me a small thumbs up.

        "Okay. Let's get this done with," I said.

        "Follow me," the man said, standing up from his desk. He then turned and walked into a small hallway with a few doors, and opened the first one on the left side of the hallway.

        "You have to wait out here," he said, looking at Kenzie.

        "What? Why?" Kenzie argued.

        "You are a citizen, and are not the one being identified. Your presence is unnecessary," the cop responded.

        "...Fine. Don't worry too much about it, I'll be right outside the door," Kezie said to me. The cop gestured to the door, and I stepped through. The room wasn't too small, but it was filled with a lot of different machines. There were computers, a camera facing a white sheet with black horizontal lines, and some others that I haven't seen before. The man led me to a black machine that had a white square on top of it.

        "Place each finger one at a time on the white square scanner. Once placed, roll to the left slowly, then to the right, and repeat with all ten fingers," the man instructed me. I did exactly as he said, trying my best to stop my hand from shaking.

        "I'm done," I said once I finished.

        "Now stand with your back to the LHM, the white wall with the black lines. Look straight ahead, and keep a solid face," the cop said. A bright light flashed in my eyes.

        "Ow," I said, blinking a few times until my sight returned.

        "Sorry. You may exit the room as we wait for your identification results," the cop said, leading me out of the room to where Kenzie was waiting.

        "How did it go? Are you okay?" Kezie asked quickly, placing her hands on my shoulders and looking me over.

        "I'm fine," I said, pulling away from her.

        "Sorry, I can't help it. I've done my share on reporting corrupt policemen and the way they abuse people they believe to be criminals," she said.

        "I thought you said cops are people who stop others who commit crimes," I said.

        "I said MOST cops. The world we live in is full of evil everywhere," she told me. I sat there for a moment thinking about what she said.

        Why did people have to live in a world full of fear? Why was there evil everywhere? Was it because of Hudson Graves? As much as I hated to pretend and as much as I didn't truly feel like I was Hudson Graves Jr., I was glad that I would have a hand in freeing the world from evil. It was his influence that changed the world. Maria Graves couldn't even bring herself to remember Hudson or her own son, due to the pain it brought her. Kenzie's father Charlie Kissenger had believed in Hudson because of his father, and Hudson didn't bat an eye to stealing his money. Brian Hooper, one of Hudson's most loyal friends. He didn't even know about the real problems, he was so absorbed in Hudson's fake demeanor that it became his reality.

        "Results came back, and I want to personally apologize for doubting your identity, Mr. Graves," the cop said upon returning to the room.

        "So you really weren't lying!" Kenzie declared with a laugh, catching me off guard with a tight hug.

        "Seriously? Now you actually believe me?" I asked, tugging her off of me.

        "Sorry sorry, I know I've been saying I believe you but I seriously had my doubts! But this is great news for my career!" she exclaimed.

        "Great. Back to this. Will you guys be able to protect me?" I asked the cop.

        "Yes, we can offer you protection while you file a case," the officer responded.

        "I'll contact my associates, and we'll have a lawyer here by tomorrow," Kenzie said.

        "Okay. Is there any paperwork you would like to give to us now?" the officer said.

        "Nope. All the paperwork I have will go directly to my publisher and to his lawyer. I'm sure you could understand why that needs to happen," Kenzie said.

        "Yes ma'am. Will you be safe to return home, or would you like some officers stationed nearby in case of any danger?" the cop asked.

        "That may be necessary... I want to go directly to my publisher first, so an escort there would not be too bad if someone wouldn't mind," she said.

        "That can be arranged," he said.

        "Good. Let's go then," she said.

        "First let me place Mr. Graves here in the interrogation room," he said.

        "I don't like the sound of that," I said.

        "Would you prefer a jail cell? Don't be so uptight, you are almost free," Kenzie said.

        "The interrogation room may sound intimidating, but I promise, it is quite comfortable. You'll be plenty safe, I'll have two officers assigned to check on you and to guard you," the officer said.

        "Fine. Promise me you will come back Kenzie," I said.

        "I'll be back! You are practically my child now, so you aren't allowed to talk to any other news sources," she said with a smile. I smiled back. The cop then led me to the interrogation room. Inside, there was a large mirror against one wall, with the other three walls covered in a black foam of sorts. There was very little furniture in the room, just a metal table and two lounge chairs directly across each other.

        "Sit down, and wait. We won't be too long," Kenzie said, and then the door shut. A familiar sound rang out after the door shut. The sound of a lock turning. I nervously sat down, and waited.

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        Kenzie stuck to her word, and returned after a few hours. She then stayed at the police station, refusing to lose her 'greatest source'. The next day, a sharply dressed man came to the department, and sat down to talk with me. He told me that he was my lawyer, and that he was extremely interested in my case. He told me to tell him every possible detail that I could remember for it could help my case. He listened very intently, writing down as much as he could, and asking me to repeat a few things here and there.

         In the meantime Kenzie hired her own private investigator, and found proof of two men who were hired to kill Hudson Graves Jr. at a baseball game. They didn't know who exactly contacted them, but after following a very thin paper trail and the multiple different money transfers, they were able to track the hit to one source: Hudson Enterprise, from an account only two people could access, Hudson Graves himself, and Maria Graves. Considering that Hudson Graves disappeared himself at the ball game, they were able to acquit Maria for the crime.

        My lawyer wished for the trial to be televised, so news sources from all along followed the story of Hudson Graves Jr., a poor boy who was dragged down by both of his parents, and who was eventually released from the custody of both his parents. Hudson Jr. was not shown during this trial. Another trial was held against Hudson Enterprises itself, for counts against invasion of public privacy for profit, illegal medical procedures, and monopoly.

         With these cases blowing up in the public eyes, further investigation was done, and they found evidence of Dr. Gabe Morton and Janice Morton who blackmailed Maria Graves, alongside with video of the illegal electroshock therapy being performed, submitted by a woman who went by the alias Nurse Joy. There was also an eye witness testimony done by Brian Hooper, and a guard who confessed to the shooting of Paige O'Hara. Both of the Morton's were tried for blackmail, unlawful detainment, and murder. They were found guilty on all charges.

        Kenzie became one of the most sought out reporters after publishing a paper that talked about the dark dealing of Hudson Enterprise, and having an exclusive interview with Hudson Graves Jr. If you hadn't heard of Cray-Cray KK, then you just didn't watch the news. She went on to become the head anchorwoman of a news station called Charlie's Channel News.

        As for Hudson Graves Jr.? He disappeared. Different reports rumored that he was sent into the witness protection program after all his assets were frozen and buyers became angry at the things his father's company did. No one seemed to notice a teenagner named Brock Stanton who appeared out of the blue. I preferred it that way. The more anonymity the better.

         Today was going to be the hardest day for me. They had found the body of Paige few days after the trial for her murder. A few of Dr. Morton's men were spotted trying to throw it in a river when a pedestrian spotted them and alerted the police. A week ago I was called in to identify her. I wasn't sure what to expect when they pulled the curtain back, and it broke my heart when they did. Her face was pale and lifeless. Her red hair that was once bright as a flame was a dull orange, a dead weight behind her head. Her eyes were closed, sealed forever in eternal rest.

        She was still as wonderful as I remembered her though. Seeing her lying there made me grateful for the time we did share. Her lips were sealed with a slight smile, and I knew she was happy in her final moments. She wasn't full of the life she once carried, but now she was a beautiful death. She would still be alive inside of myself. I took one last look at her, then left the room confirming it was her.

          Today was her funeral. I was surprised at the number of people who showed up. Most of them told me that they knew her from the Servant Headquarters. I was told stories of good acts she did, funny moments she had, so on and so forth. I even met a guy who had a similar tattoo to Paige. He had three teardrops instead of one. He didn't talk much, nor stayed long, but before leaving, he gave me a photo of Paige sitting at a table reading a book. He told me that this was the only picture taken of her, or at least to his knowledge. He wanted me to keep it, saying that she meant more to me than she ever could to him. Then he left. I never saw him again.

        I've been told that at most funerals it rains. Some people told me that it signified the dead walking into the 'pearly gates'. It didn't rain at Paige's funeral. It wasn't necessary. Anyone who knew her would know that she was going to a better place no matter what. No, at Paige's funeral, it was the most ethereal day in history. The sun shined warmly upon the fresh dirt. The wind warmly kissed the cheeks of everyone outside. In the distant park, you could hear the laughter of children. You could even hear the kiss of new lovers. In the end, I knew that this was Paige's blessing to the world. She wouldn't want the day to be ruined. She would want it to be as wonderful as it was.

        I left with the last group of people paying Paige respect. As much as I wanted to stand there all day, I knew I had to keep moving. I had to live a life that I could choose. I stopped for a moment, and looked at her tombstone. There were only a few words that read: Paige O'Hara. Once met I was never forgotten. If you look into the sunshine, you see me smiling down upon you. I had written that myself. It felt fitting enough.

         "I love you," I said, looking up towards the sun. Then I turned around, and left the cemetery.