Mercoledì, 21 Luglio, 2004 | Posted by Detective Stevens at 22:57

The first thing I remember about that incident is turning up in a daze. I knew immediately I was too late. I also knew this was Silvia's house. As I approached, I heard the most unexpected thing. It is music coming out from the house.

I enter to see Silvia dead on the floor. The place is a mess. Blood is splattered around the floor and sprayed across the walls of the room. The leg of a chair has embedded itself into Silvia's neck. I still recognise the woman that comes visit me on some lonely nights when I dare to dream.

The music that was playing reminded me so much of her. Her optimism and spirit. She was indestructible.

Her destroyer was lying next to her. The shocked look on his face was almost comical. He had never believed that it would end like this. Shot with his own gun. if only I could have seen it.

And the music played on. The sun was just starting to come up. It was bright and the rain over night was now glistening in the warm light. Lionel's nose was being attended to. I saw Marie. She was totally confused. Poor Kid. She didn't recognise me. Seeing your mother in that way. It has to do it to you.

Take it from me, in Rhumbaland things rarely have a fairy tale ending. They rarely resemble anything that you may have once heard of in a lullaby. I stepped outside and listened to the music. I just let the morning sun warm me.

Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high,
there's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue,
and the dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true.