Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me.

“I like you in my bed,” Patch said. “I rarely pull down the covers. I rarely sle…”

“-"you dress to impress"-"No Angel,I undress to impress”

“Tell me what's going on here. Why can I hear your voice inside my head and why …”

“I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed …”