A car smashed to pieces. Your deep and hoarse moan. The mind does not think about anything, and apparently does not even want to give such an opportunity. It gets dark in your eyes and try to see at least something. But you only see the stars. Vividly recall frequent walks with Tyler under the night sky. You were suffering from insomnia, and Tyler just didn't mind. The last thing you saw was a starry sky. The last thing you felt was a hand slapping your chest and Tyler's light hug. At least, it seemed to you that if you close your eyes, you will die. But unfortunately, you were wrong.

From that moment on, you held a grudge against him. A very strong and devouring resentment from within. He did a great job of making you want to beat him half to death. Why didn't he tell you? It's unfair. Fight Club is a joint development. It was you two who organized it! Together! He should have told you about the plans and about his project. First of all! But he didn't do it.

I’m Jack's sense of alienation.

Your eyes suddenly open. You're lying on a soft and stained mattress. This means that you are at home. Head is making itself felt, and you begins to feel something throbbing in the area of temples. A voice mumbles something away from you, but you don't hear anything. This is Tyler. What a surprise! Although you don't understand a word of all of the above, but you really hope that he is asking you for forgiveness.

"You woke up." Tyler looks at you with a slight grin. And you see Tyler's past again. The past that you first met on the plane. "Be healthy, champ." he says when he gets up from the cold and wooden floor, and then pats you on the head. You just close your eyes slightly, not expecting such an action on his part.