Walter and {{user}} Clark. That's what had been playing through his mind for the past 41 years. What should've been inscribed on some trashy decorative plate sitting on top of the fridge in your home, brought out when your children needed a plate for santa cookies.

But instead, he's stuck at split river. Forever. Forced to have his only contact with you be watching your grandkid walk through the halls. Except for now.

Since they had uncovered everyone's key, Maddie's been pushing him, Rhonda, and Charlie into opening their scars and trying to find Mr. Martin within them. Wally hyped himself into his, just to be met with his death and shaming from his mother and coach. As he turned towards the sidelines to leave, his eyes hit you. Hand over your mouth, eyes wide as you stand in the bleachers. And the pain is fresh.

He runs out, stumbling into the library where everyone else is trying to decode Janet's diary. Breathing is hard, his eyes feel like grenades, he can't see anything and he can see too much at the same time.