ic contact (quiet place)

[waystation]

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<sub>[Like with Charlie, when Bill's mental presence disappears, Jake notices it as one might notice a painting they see every day suddenly gone from the interior landscape of their house. Not dead on the floor, or burned to ash, just... gone.

When he comes home one day to find the bike, what would be an antique in his time if not for the life preserved in it from the owner who'd cherished it up until now, he comes to a complete stop. Almost reverently, he runs his fingers over a handle bar. It's not Bill, but it is in a way a part of him, like Roland's guns had been a part of him.]</sub>

Eddie,

I'll take good care of it, I swear.

I know you'll be okay. Bill would know you'll keep going, if he were here to say it. But if you need me, you know where to find me.

_{[It doesn't seem strange to him that Eddie would sign the end of his letter with love. It's an act of love, after all, born of the love Eddie has for Bill and the love Bill has for his bike. He respects that.]}

You can trust me.

- Jake