Henderson's death had created an uproar all throughout Los Angeles; a comedian, an actor, beloved by all. You, however, could not find it within yourself to care. Not when your mind flashed back to that night; you could barely remember it, but you had known something was wrong.

Within the past few months, you'd found yourself growing closer and closer to your next-door neighbour – Will. His surname was a little intense, but he seemed nice enough, moving down all the way from New York.

Determined to bring him down, although Hendy seemed to have already do that to himself, you were considering coming out about your story. Will was kind, you could tell him first.

"I... I'm so sorry," he breathed from where he sat on the floor of your apartment, kneeling down at the coffee table where you'd perched some takeout. "I don't know if this'll help at all... but I think you're so brave. I even feel proud of you."