My exit from Hedon was an anticlimactic elevator ride, but oh goody, my life was livened up by Levi's stupid mug. He sat on Moriarty's hood, his hair a raven's blue-black in the sunlight with a pair of shades obscuring his eyes. He was the picture of cool and unaffected in his camel trench coat, his long legs stretched out.

I sat down beside him, leaning back on my elbows with my face turned up to the sky, grateful to have made it back to the light.

"I'm sorry about last ...