My mind was blank -- fury controlled me completely. All I could see was the man who murdered my father -- the man I'd waited two decades to find. My finger began to tighten on the trigger -- and then something happened to Dancer. Twenty years of suspicion, of anxiety, of waiting for the inevitable day when the tables would be turned -- had taken their toll on Dancer. My rage -- my resolve -- drained slowly out of me -- as I watched Dancer's face collapse into madness.