he was holding the drive when she shot him . a few months earlier , i had written a poem to read aloud to emma , the guests , and the world . i do n't speak the language , at least not much . seth was staring at me , looking into my eyes and i was dying to know what he was thinking . he had tried calling her apartment and her cell phone , but there was no answer . i could see why frasier would want to live here . why , she is made for you then . 