Close your eyes and imagine this;
Taking out your sketchbook and pencil in the middle of the night, you flipped open to an open page, then started to doodle.
Just then, thin hands grabbed the sketchbook, saying, "Aha! I knew you always woke up this early."
Ray held it above you, staring at it as you jumped up and down, trying to grab it. "Give it back!"
"...your drawing..." He said, amazed by the lines etched into the paper. He then placed it back on the table.
Sighing, you sat back down and grabbed your pencil, and right when you set that led back down onto one of the gray lines, you heard him mumble,
"You remind me so much of Gerard..."
You stared back at the picture.
Frank.
