[ WP ] The last words of anyone as they die are prophetic , and always come true : tell the story of a professional Prophecy Detective .

Gordon's eye sight was returning. The indistinguishable shapes in his vision became familiar once again and he slowly realized where he was. For an instant Gordon had forgotten, he had been able to escape the never ending process of thought. And although it was but an instant, Gordon was grateful for it. It had been so long since he slept an instant of mental respite felt like a full night ’ s sleep. 
 
 `` Jesus, Gordo. You can barely function, you need sleep'', came the voice of the man sitting in the armchair in front of Gordo's desk. `` Sleep will help, I know it. There is no sense in torturing yourself like this any longer, you are not going to figure *that* out any time soon'', he said, throwing his hand aimlessly in the air. `` In fact, I think you should consider the possibility that you wo n't figure it out at all ” 
 
 Gordon shifted his weary gaze towards the armchair. He was growing tired of its occupant ’ s company. “ I don ’ t expect you to understand ”, he said with more malice than he had intended. “ I don ’ t expect you to assist me, because how could you! What the fuck are you still doing here!? ” 
 
 The sudden noise of Gordon ’ s outburst made Dan nearly jump out of the armchair. “ I… ” he stuttered, caught off guard by the angry response. “ Fine, alright. I need some sleep of my own ” Dan started out of the armchair and walked to the door of the small office, then turned. “ What the fuck are *you* still doing here? ” They met eyes for a moment and Dan left the room without waiting for a reply. 
 
 Gordon sat at his desk feeling tired and weak as ever. The newly added regret now pushing his exhaustion to a near unbearable level. “ Shit ”, he muttered. He quickly raced down to the lobby of his dated office building, as quickly as one could race after days of sleep deprivation. He grabbed Dan by the shoulder right before he could get to the front door. 
 
 “ What? ” Dan sputtered with annoyance as Gordon wheeled him around. 
 
 Gordon had been dreading this moment for days, but it felt more like weeks. “ I think you are going to die tomorrow ”. 
 
 
 “ This is ridiculous Gordo ” Dan said, settling himself back into the armchair in Gordon ’ s office after reluctantly following Gordon back up the stairs. “ You ’ re telling me some client came in here and told you he heard a death omen about my…what? My spontaneous end? 
 
 “ I didn ’ t hear it from a client ”, Gordo stated slowly. 
 
 Dan ’ s face began to darken. “ You mean… ” he began to ask with a small, now fearful voice. 
 
 “ Yes. ” 
 
 “ Who? ” 
 
 “ It is irrelevant whose death brought this news, or how I deciphered it… ” 
 
 “ If you deciphered it then why have you been killing yourself here looking at photos and…whatever all this shit is? Dan interjected, desperate anger now growing in his voice. 
 
 “ I ’ m trying to figure out how to stop it ” 
 
 __ I might finish this 

