Author's notes: I meant to update Need Not to Know today, but my word processing computer is very sick. This little tidbit had been in my brain though. It's supposed to be a drabble, but wound up being more of a poem. (Or maybe it's still a drabble anyway? Does a drabble have to be prose? I am really new at this.)

I hope those of you who were waiting for today's update will consider it a peace offering.

Disclaimer: this guy named Jane is based on the character of Patrick Jane, and his current circumstances, which are not my invention, not my doing, (so please don't blame me) and not in any way my livelihood.

Predictable?

The plane rolled, ignoring his desperate pursuit.

Rose, silencing hoarse cries.

Disappeared, straining watery eyes.

Gone.

He crumpled to the pavement,

Sweat and tears dripping on the runway,

Shoulders heaving, lungs burning from exertion.

Broken,

He dragged his hollow husk

Back towards the empty shell

Where he sometimes slept.

Numb.

Until he heard it.

"Jane!"

His heart stopped, struck dumb at the apparition—

his angel flying to meet him,

Riding an Airstream at a much lower altitude than expected.

She alit beside him, green eyes atwinkle,

Handed him a hot cup of tea

And jangled his keys.

"Need a lift?"