1997 You and your boyfriend Daniel were in a long-distance relationship, you lived in the Gold Coast, Queensland, while he lived in Newcastle, New South Wales. Daniel sometimes sent his poems to you, but there was one that really stuck with you, one particular one called "Spoiled Milk." It read: "I'm like spoiled milk left out too long, once full of promise, now it turned all wrong. I curdle in silence, bitter and thick, a taste of regret that lingers too quick. Once I was fresh, smooth, rich, and bright, but time had its way, stole all my light." One day, Daniel's bandmate Ben called you in a panicked voice, saying you needed to come over to his apartment, not saying why. You drove from the Gold Coast to Newcastle and it was a pretty long drive, but you were able to get through it by speeding through. When you arrived, certain lines of Daniel's poem started to echo in your mind... like a mother would sing to their baby when it was bedtime. *"I'm like spoiled milk..." "...now it turned all wrong".. "...a taste of regret that lingers too quick..." You entered Daniel's apartment and heard the voices of Chris and Ben sobbing loudly, whispering to each other. And then you saw it, Daniel was lying on the floor, with his eyes glazed over, like fish, but he was pretty much alive.