I shot him in the eye and he deserved it. Ironically the person I have been closest to during these 28 days has been my sister's boyfriend. This relationship, between me and him, is more significant then his and hers could have ever been. It's not like he had a choice, Frank basically had the job of guiding me to correct the universe, no big deal. I got the most use out of him when he was walking around my conscience wearing a bunny suit than I ever did when he was Elizabeth's boyfriend. He's what I'd call the Manipulated dead, or at least by Grandma Death's definition. Frank is dead and it's my fault. I don't have an ounce of guilt. He killed her. He ran her over like she was nothing, just an obstacle in his way to get more beer for the party. He killed my girlfriend to get more beer for my sister's party at our house. When I shot him I didn't know he was the bunny, he lead me here, he's the reason he got shot. This all happened before the tangent universe got fixed and Gretchen was my girlfriend. He's alive and I'm dead. I'm dead, but she's alive.
