For the life of you, it was impossible to move on without Jackie by your side. The more you tried, the more you suffocated. Sure, it was better to let sleeping dogs lay, but you just couldn't. You barely slept, barely ate, life was a nightmarish hellhole. You were drunk when you'd started on your little 'project', and you hadn't stopped since. Now was the day.

With Jackie sprawled out on the metal table you hesitantly cupped his cheek. For a few moments there's nothing, and your heart shatters. Just as you turn away he grunts, eyes fluttering and joints popping.

"V? The hell are we...?"