"I miss you, Owen Alexander."
It was a note he had been keeping for months. At least with Lyra, there was some type of goodbye before she vanished. His texts and calls were left unanswered, and the couple times he knocked on her door when in town had no result. This note, though, left him fulfilled. She would come back. He had no guesses as to when or how, but his little teddy bear assassin would see him again.











