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After receiving his package from Bar, he wrote a quick note to Elisa:

Elisa,

Thanks for the jacket. It's perfect. I'll buy you coffee or something sometime soon.

- Monk


Now, for the first time, he's outside. He's pacing the shore of the lake with hands stuffed in his new jacket, watching his breath as it fogs into the air around him.

He's spent the past few days glued to the newspapers Bar had given him, obsessing over every detail contained within, looking for a loophole, a clue, something that would let him know what, exactly, happened --

-- as he glances up at the moon, a shadow is creeping across it.

He shivers.

As long as I'm here, he thinks, over and over and over again, she's safe...

She's safe.