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Hope to see you around the haunted campfire!
Illya found his partner up on the roof, gazing out across the New York skyline. The sun had just started its journey to the horizon, and was sending golden rays reflecting from the many windows.
The two stood silently for almost twenty minutes, watching the sun setting. Finally, Napoleon crumpled the letter that he was still holding.
“Illya, I have to go home. Right now. Will you come?”
Illya’s response was immediate, full of concern.
“Of-course I’ll come. Need you to ask? Napoleon, what has happened?”
But Napoleon wasn’t listening. He was gazing across the city, tears in his eyes..