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Then It Hits You
by ttrummer
"I don't remember."
"Remember what, Kowalski?"
"His face. I can't remember that look that he used to get - you know the constipated one...when he was thinking really hard and you just knew, knew that he was puzzling through somethin'.
"You just described it pretty well." Walsh tried to reason with the man.
"Nah, you don't get it. I know that he looked a certain way, I just can't picture his face. It's gone." He shuddered with cold. "I don't remember."
Walsh could see that Ray wasn't able to cry, yet. So he did it for him.
The end.