Maria looked at my dark silhouette framed by the moon. Rain lashed the rooftop.

“Will I ever see you again?” she asked solemnly.

“Probably not,” I said, doing my best tough guy voice.

“But…but, you cannot go!”

“I must. The fate of all writers depends on it.”

”...I just, I just don’t want you to.”

“Maria, wanting and needing are two very different things. I need to do this. But you only want me to stay.”

“I suppose. Just…”

“No. I leave now. Writers across the nation will be saved because of my actions. Trust me, Maria, never seeing me again is a worthy sacrifice.”

“If you say so.” She started sobbing. Then crying. Dang it. That didn’t help. I needed to get this over with before I changed my mind.

I turned to her, facing her real close for dramatic effect. “Who you know as Stefan will now be erased forevermore. For I am…P for Pendetta!” And with that, I leaped off the rooftop, cape flapping behind me. It really was impressive, until I landed on a garbage bin.