The clock strikes three and a handful of one eyed jacks spills onto the floor.
"Why do they call you the unreliable narrator?" asks Andy.
I'm spinning a chip in my fingers.
"Because, Andy, I'm the one who betrays his friends."
Lestrade shouts in from the kitchen.
"Moreau, you've got a call!"
It's your wife.
"When was the last time you forgot everything you had been doing and had done up until this point and really just rolled right into something great?"
My head inches a little closer to my chest.
"Yes, sweetheart... I'm coming home."