This is a new mini-story, it can stand alone and has nothing to do with "The Dinner". I hope you enjoy it.

Monsignor Timothy Howard won't exist anymore in a matter of hours. He would leave the title behind like the city he learned to love over the years.

Today was the last day he would visit Briarcliff Manor. He had received the good news a couple of days ago and today, he would pick up his last belongings before he would leave this place forever.

The years he had spend here would follow him like a shadow of bad memories, regret and destroyed futures. He had wanted to safe so many lost souls and nearly lost himself, his own path.

But he rose like the phoenix out of the ashes and would now rise up the steps of the church to become cardinal. How long did he have the dream of becoming pope? His future seemed to be golden and people would admire him.

One last time he needed to leave this place of shattered hopes, unfortunate pasts and lost dreams. Timothy Howard would never miss Briarcliff or so he thought even with all the good memories he had of this place.

He tried not to think about the one person he would leave behind forever too. He couldn't decide if he would miss her, the broken woman who was a far cry from the one he had worked together with.

As he opened the door, he knew that he had to say goodbye but couldn't bring himself to walk in the common room. Maybe it was for the better, a clean cut. Leaving and never coming back without a word.

His office always reminded him of her. It had been hers for more than two years as they started to work in Briarcliff. Everything seemed to be so easy back then. They had a shared dream of going away together, to become cardinal and mother superior.

He would have taken her everywhere before her breakdown. Timothy emptied the drawers, one after one. He didn't want to leave anything important behind who knows what will happen to this place when the State takes over Briarcliff.

When he sat down on one of the visitor stools, he remembered the last time he sat there. Judes belongings were collected in a box and his curiosity got the better of him.

Timothy always reminded himself that it had been wrong to look inside and sometimes he regretted it but other times... other times he only remembered the feel of her red slip between his fingers.

Mary Eunice took the most important thing, his virtue, his purity while wearing it, only because the demon knew how much he craved to see Jude covered with the red silk and lace.

A priest shouldn't fantasies about a woman like that but ever since he saw the red slip, he couldn't stop himself. He was mad at Jude for creating such forbidden fantasies even if she didn't know about it.

Timothy closed his eyes as he remembered her. He hadn't seen her in weeks and was missing her already. How could he leave her for good knowing she was still in this place?

He stood and watched the office one more time. His eyes fell on the bed, the bed of his shame. There she took what had belonged to Jude, his purity. If someone deserved to make him a man, it wasn't Mary Eunice but Jude.

Maybe the demon knew it too, maybe that's why she raped him. A priest longing for the touch of a woman was an easy prey, maybe it was his own fault.

Leaving the bedroom again, Timothy took his suitcase but stopped himself before leaving the office completely. He couldn't just go away, he needed to see her on last time...

***

Jude was sitting in the common room, totally unaware that he was observing her. Candyland was their favorite game and Timothy could still imagine her sitting behind her desk.

How could she change so much? What had happened to her that she was one of the patients, what had made her a murder? These questions were always on his mind while thinking about Jude.

What had Frank done to deserve it? Timothy could only imagine one scenario, Frank had always a crush on her. Did he go too far? Did Jude just safe herself? Did he try to rape her like Mary Eunice him?

Jude had said that someone tried to rape her, was this the reason she killed him? Wouldn't she be the victim?

Timothy could never stand to see her like this. He always tried to hide in his office. Jude was on his mind, day in and day out especially after he knew how it felt to be with a woman. He always remembered himself that he was only a man, a man with needs like everyone else but he was a priest and needed to fight his urges.

Today was the last day he would see her, forever. Could he just walk away and pretend she never existed?

Before he could stop himself, his legs carried him towards her, sitting at the table with Pepper and two other patients.

"Jude, may I speak with you?" Timothy looked down at the woman who still owned his heart but she refused to acknowledge him. "Did you hear something?" Her blonde locks fell past her shoulders and Timothy wondered how they might feel between his fingers.

He was never allowed to see her hair as she was still a nun and always wondered how it might look. Seeing it now and for the past years was still something enticing.

"Jude please." Timothy didn't want to drag her down the corridor to speak with her privately.

"I don't know anyone with this name. What was my name now? Betty? Yes, Betty Drake." It hurted him to hear that even when it was only the truth. "Jude, please don't be childish."

"Childish, hell I'm the Queen of Candyland." Timothy needed to suppress a smile, at least she didn't lost her humor.

"An audience your majesty."

As Jude finally stood, the new cardinal got nervous. He didn't make a plan on how to broach the subject. How could he tell her that he would leave Briarcliff and her forever?

As Martha was running past him with her doll and Carl behind her, Timothy decided this wasn't the best location to say goodbye. "Could we talk privately?"

He took Judes arm softly and walked out of the common room. The cell block was empty as they walked along the hallways. Jude looked back a couple of times, Timothy hadn't visited her in weeks, months, maybe even years? Jude couldn't remember it correctly, the time flew by very quickly with all the medications and not to forget her stay in solitary.

Timothy didn't know where to go, their old office wasn't suitable for such a conversation and just might confuse her, empty as it was now.

As they reached the old block, Timothy stopped and walked in the left room, the former electrotherapy room.

Jude had forgotten about it's existence after Arden disappeared. She had tried to push all memories away. She was more than concerned now. Why would he like to talk with her here and why was he still holding her arm?

Timothy had never been in here before and looked at the old generator with curiosity. He needed to find a way to broach the subject but couldn't think of a suitable way.

He couldn't look at Jude as he tried to find the words, it wasn't complicated just difficult to say goodbye. His hand was still holding her arm and Timothy couldn't stand to loose his grip, it felt like letting go but he didn't want to.

Was this the reason he never visited her, because he always had to walk away again? Jude watched his sad expression. Something must have happened. Her first thought was that mother Claudia passed away or father Malachi.

Timothys sad eyes tried not to focus on her because he feared to see her expression. He was still looking at the generator as his lips started to move and Jude realised he was talking right now. "I'm going to leave this place..."

It wasn't more than a whisper but loud enough for Jude to hear him. Her eyes filled with tears as her slow mind registered what he had just said. Timothy looked at her for the first time since he brought her out of the common room.

Her face showed her sadness and her eyes the pain of him leaving her, forever. Jude understood what he wanted to tell her, he would leave and this time, never coming back.

Timothy loosened his grip on her arm and walked further inside the room. "I'm going to New York, they announced me to become cardinal."

Jude just stood there motionless and rigid as a statue. It was once their dream, they wanted to go away together but now... she would be left behind.

A tear slipped past her eye and down her cheek. Timothy could see it as he turned around before Jude had the chance wipe it away.

"Congratulations. This was the plan." Jude understood that she only stayed here so he would become cardinal. She was a danger and needed to be locked away for everything she knew. She needed to die in here so he could rise up the steps of the church.

Timothy didn't know what to say, it had been their plan but Jude was supposed to be at his side. How many times did he imagine it to happen? But differently, even weeks ago he thought of her besides him. It was a fantasy but one he couldn't let go.

Jude knew that this would be the last time they would see each other. The new cardinal would never visit her, he never did since she became Betty Drake. "This is a goodbye then..." A lump was forming inside her throat and Jude thought she might suffocate.

Thinking of leaving her forever was unbearable and Timothy had to fight his own tears. He had missed her these past months and even as he tried to forget her, Jude was constantly on his mind.

"I'm sorry... I..." His voice broke as he turned around to look at her. Judes teary eyes were looking sadly at him and without thinking, he walked over to her and took Jude in his arms as her tears started to fall down her cheeks.

Timothy couldn't let go, not now when he needed her the most. He didn't want to leave her behind because she has always been the most important woman in his life and always will be...

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He whispered in her hair. Jude was sobbing now, the feeling of him pressed against her while his strong arms held her fragile body was everything she had prayed for. Jude had forgiven him, her love for Timothy was still strong and she only wanted him to be a part of her life again.

"I'm sorry..." Timothy kissed her hair but it made her only cry harder. His lips traveled down her head and kissed every tear away, murmuring "I'm sorry" with every touch of his lips.

Jude couldn't stop to cry as he tried to comfort her. They would never see each other again. The thought of him close by was sometimes the only thing for her to go on, to not give up but what now? How could she survive without him?

The tears fell harder down her cheeks and Timothy started to cry too. He had never seen her this sad or broken before and it was his fault, everything was his fault. "I'm sorry..."

Timothy couldn't stop his own tears regardless how hard he tried. He kissed Judes tears away but they fell even harder.

Their tears mixed together as their faces touched and before Timothy realised what he did, his lips fell on Judes.