Waking up next to Vanessa was not usually this unpleasant, but for whatever reason tonight Micheal finds himself sitting up in his bed, knees pulled to his chest with his hands tangled in his hair.

Suddenly he's struck with a string of memories that for a moment feel random- his friend bandaging his hand, his friend coaxing him away from some project he was working on to eat, shower, sleep, his friend holding him while he cried, kissing his forehead, calling him 'baby'...

He finally looks up, staring straight ahead at the black screen of the TV. The moonlight coming through the window allows him to see his reflection and, despite it being blurry and sort of sad, it seems to be saying something- "I told you so"

With one last glance at his wife still fast asleep next to him, Mike grabs his phone off the nightstand and walks out to the deck.