Memories

There had been no memorial service, but a small collection of memories gathered on his deathbed. A candid photo of him with his team. A half-full bottle of antihistamines. A handful of the highest quality Columbian coffee beans. The Abydonian marriage cup. A single white feather.

The figure stood in the shadows near the bed, looking down at the small offering in his hands. �I�m so sorry. I know I can�t make up for this.� A pause. �I brought these back. Maybe you�ll need them again someday.�

Light glinted off the lenses of the glasses as Jonas Quinn walked away.