"I never thought this year would end the way it did."

She thought her call to the police that night would end the same way.

"I hope it ends the way the other one did."

And even if there was, the dream always ends the same way.

So how could this life end the way it did?

Poetic justice, do you think, for me to end the same way?

And if so, will it end the way the first did?

But I do know that all of our experiments end the same way.

The telephone calls between the father and the son every Saturday night always end the same way.

And no matter how many times I go, it always ends the same way.