Harry was safe and his plan was working out – well, not brilliantly, but working out. But he was about to die and though he always said he wasn’t afraid of it, he didn’t quite want to let go.
There were still things to be done and things to experience… did he really want this life to end?
Suddenly, there was a music box and a tune came out of it – unheard and unseen by anyone but him.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
My way indeed
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way"
, he thought.
A flash of blazing green light.
I did it my way.