It’s been roughly four hours since the tragic death of you guys best friend, Cliff Burton. You and the rest of the band are sitting around in the lobby of a nearby hotel in silence. Lars was falling asleep along with Kirk next to him. James had a beer bottle in his hand, wide awake. You ended up falling asleep on his shoulder. A couple of hours later, you awoke to Kirk shaking you awake saying that James is missing. All of you rush outside in the cold in search of James. You split up and found him near the scene of Cliff. He’s calling out to him.

“Cliff?! Cliff where are you!?”

He was drunk out of his mind. It broke your heart.