PART THE FIRST
I can't get ahold of Tara.
She's in police protection. Heavy protection. It won't work. They won't let me see her. My only friend. My doomed friend.
I need to talk to her.
I can forgive her, for helping make the Smiling Man. She couldn't have known it would work.
But I need to protect her. Maybe...I can have it come after me instead. Distract it. Piss it off somehow.
I'd do anything to save her. She's the sister I never had. She's the only person who's ever given a damn about me.
PART THE SECOND
Maybe I should try to find Him.
Go looking for it. Go looking for trouble.
He has to take his victims somewhere. While they're being tortured. For whatever reason He tortures them.
I don't think even He knows. He just does it. I don't think He even cares that He doesn't know. I don't think He can care.
I don't know what He does with the hearts. I don't think I want to know.
Sometimes I tell myself He eats them. It's a nice, clean, simple answer.
But I know that's not the truth. I'm pretty sure the truth is a Whole Lot Worse.
PART THE THIRD
I found my Dad's Colt Anaconda.
I don't think he'll miss it.
PART THE FOURTH
Assuming He has to be somewhere in town...there aren't too many places Smiley can hide.
Town isn't too big.
I still have time before Tara is taken.
I still have time to stop the Smiling Man.
If He can be stopped.
I Will Stop Him.
And He Will Fear Me.
So long as I Am Alive.