Her voice trails off listlessly. He presses closer to the wall, intuitively inching towards the open doorway. "I don't even know anymore. I was so sure he was in the hospital that night, but then again I had a lot of morphine flowing through me by that point. Maybe he was there, maybe he wasn't... but if he hasn't tried to contact anyone since then..."
"You think he's dead?"
Oh yes. And let us not forget the inclusion of - somewhere in the fic - the words memorial service. Mwahaha.