Sometimes I wonder what life would've been like if I never left Stanford. If I'd stayed, finished law school... maybe had a normal job, a normal apartment. A normal life. But then I think about Dean, about the people we've saved... and I know I wouldn't change that. Even with all the blood and loss, this is where I'm supposed to be. (Though I still keep the LSAT prep book in the Impala's trunk. Old habits die hard.)