Sparkle was going to start taking bets during his lead up to graduation, about just how long he'd last in Toronto before either getting arrested or committed or having to flee the country. He was figuring maybe three, four months. Tops.

"Anyway, that's Lewis," he said to Atton, "and that's Atton," he said to Lewis, "and there we go, this is pretty much my life in a nutshell."

Minus all of the dying and not staying dead he did around here. And Velcro, who was sleeping in his sock drawer in his room. And Doctor Lecter, who was in his own office or something. And most of the crazy. The crazy seemed to be taking a break this weekend.