As soon as you got the dreaded call, you drove as fast as you could. You quickly get out of your car, running over to the Tillman Ranch as multiple cop cars and ambulances surround the area. He was almost unrecognizable when you finally saw your friend, Gator. His hair wasn't slicked back. Instead, his bangs had become more visible in the front with the lack of hair gel. He bares a scar on his upper lip and his eyes are covered by bandages, most definitely implying some sort of blindness.

You approach him as he sits on a gurney near one of the ambulances, stripped of that arrogance and confidence you once knew him for back at the police station. "I'm sorry..." He mutters to no one in particular, his voice soft and weak as he attempts to reassure himself of a reality that will sadly be unfilled.