It had been a rough couple of weeks for Billy, as well. He'd beat Higgins back to the apartment, but not Casey. He'd found the body guard waiting for him, with that sour look on his face. Then the terrifying hours and days that followed, waiting for something to be said. It was hard to get time alone, to work on writing something for Roger. And even when he did, he was stumped.

It wasn't until he pulled out that bit of paper that something shifted. He considered calling Mark and saying he had nothing. Or just throwing it away. Maybe it was better that way. But then he ended up turning it over and seeing just what the paper was. He had to ask what AZT meant for medications. And he felt the bottom of everything drop out. Roger was dying of AIDS? On a rush of sadness and inspiration, he locked himself away in his room and set to writing. It took him a few days to perfect the letter, but he had something.

It was a while before Billy had a chance to slip out again. Higgins was off doing things for the company again, but Casey was there. "Protecting" him. With some careful planning, he was able to call Mark and convince Casey to go for a walk. The park was perfect. Claiming he needed fresh air and something new for inspiration. Casey made him add a baseball cap to his sunglasses, but reluctantly agreed to go out. And once they got to the park, Casey grumbled something about feeling peckish and telling Billy to not wandering too far. While conveniently turning his back.

Billy arrived at the agreed spot at almost the same time as Mark. He grinned, looking around. But Mark was alone. He'd hoped he could actually meet Roger. "Yeah. Almost didn't make it, boss being a hard ass and all. But..." He took a big breath. "I've got good news and I've got bad news."