Look at me, I'm made of wonderful, wonderful

[This entry is forward-dated slightly to midday tomorrow. The writing is still recognizable as Castle's, but the hand trembles a little.]

Promise ----> Alexis
Nikki ----> Detective Kate Beckett


I'm a mystery writer. Nikki- Kate- wasn't isn't my wife, but she's a homicide detective, and we're partners. I shadow her and help her solve cases because she's the inspiration for my new series of books. I live in a loft apartment with my daugher, Alexis, and my mom, Martha. I'm famous, too. REALLY famous.

Alexis is waiting for me. I [There's a long pause here, and the writing becomes steadier, but slower as he carefully considers each word and phrase.]

I've made a lot of friends here. All of you have helped me through some tough times and been the best friends... and everything else... a guy could ask for. "Thank you" doesn't seem like enough at this point, not nearly. I'm never going to forget any of you.

But my daughter is back home. She needs me. And I'll keep having adventures. Not without saying goodbye in person, not without making arrangements first, but... I'm going home.

THAT OLD LADY I'VE CHANGED BODIES WITH BEFORE IS MY MOTHER.

This means that I HAVE SEEN MY MOTHER NAKED.

THERE IS NOT ENOUGH "DO NOT WANT" IN THIS WORLD.

If anyone cares, I'm gonna be at the Hatchery for a while. Volunteered for some extra shifts.

No interest in going down to that city.