I've been fitting this skeleton together. I'm at a point now where it is recognizable as a bird, but it lacks feathers.
Flight is out of the question.
Jesus Christ, I should be in jail for torturing that metaphor.
I guess what I can say is that I've written enough here so that if I got hit by a bus tomorrow and died, somebody else should be able to finish the story.
I choose Meridith Halsey for that job. It has always been a goal of mine to torment her from beyond the grave.