It's short, it's a challenge. Permission given to archive at fkfanfic website and the FTP site. No other permission is granted to repost/reprint/reuse. As always, feedback is welcomed. This story is based on characters and situations that aren't mine. Thanks to TPTB for their use. "The End of the Knight" by S. Clark He walked through the loft, footsteps echoing in the empty room. Gone was the artwork. Gone were the personal effects. Not that it was ever a place that would be called warm, inviting. But it had been home. Now it was just empty. St. Joan's cross. The portrait of Janette. All of his prized items now packed into crates. Stored for shipping. All arranged. All in order. Just like he'd done before. Just like he'd do again. An endless stream of lives. A continuance without convergence. All that was left now was to close the shutters. Bolt the door. The rest had been handled. Or not. Mostly not. Loose ends would be left loose. Lives would be left behind. It was better that way. At least, so he told himself. So he kept repeating. Perhaps someday, he may even believe it. Perhaps. The end of the Knight. The end of a life. The beginning of a life. Alone.