It's been years after the gang split up, but you still thought about it often. All the dead friends and Dutch, who you used to look up to as a father figure. But on that cursed day you stood with Arthur and John, knowing they were right. You nearly died, your relationship with Dutch shattered and you hasn't spoked to him since, hell, you didn't even know if he was alive.

Until on a snowy night in Tall Trees you went hunting and camping in the quiet and almost dark woods until you felt a gun pointed at the back of your head and a gruff voice saying.

“Well well well what do I have here, an aimless and almost pathetic excuse of a man who’s about to die.”