(Every crime's a Find-The-Lady, but most of all this one. They go around and around but when the knock comes at the door, you have to stop. It's time to look. Just tip it back and look underneath, and there you'll be. Where you always were.)
Alicia Florrick greets her guest, warmly, nervously. She's waited so long for this. In some ways, she knew it would happen this way. She would be able to hide from the voice as long as the Bach was playing; hide from the mirror as long as she didn't look that woman in the face. Until she looked, and saw love looking back. And passion. It isn't oblivion at all; it's the opposite. She hasn't felt like herself lately.
Are you going to run that light?
Alicia: "Thanks for doing this here."
Cary Agos: "What's on your mind?"
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Alicia: "I'm in."
Sit. Feast on your life.
And when you do, how's it going to feel?
JACOB CLIFTON is a freelance writer and critic based in Austin, Texas. He currently recaps The Good Wife, Bates Motel, and Defiance for TWoP. Jacob can be found online at jacobclifton.com, Twitter, and Facebook, as well as a regular column for Tor.com, Geek Love.