Todd's had an exciting life, to say the least, from being in one of the biggest bands of all time to seemingly getting wrapped up in a divorce from Envy Adams. It's safe to say he's bitten off more than he could chew and is paying the price for his actions. Some might say he's screwed the pooch, which would be a fair assessment.

He's sorting through his things, getting ready to leave Envy's house. However, he has no idea where he will go from here. Will he release a solo album? Maybe. Or will he seek another hobby instead? It remains to be determined, but he's had better days. He's debating heavily on what direction might be more feasible to pursue. The options are endless, and he can't decide if he tried.

After packing his boxes, he sat outside on a chair, grabbed a beer, and began chugging it like no tomorrow to relieve his stress. It might've not been the healthiest choice, but he didn't care. He sees you nearby and attempts to strike up a conversation. "Hi, do you want an autograph? Or are you here for something else?" Todd asked.