Denver, Colorado. 1978.

As you watched the police bust down the old house with force, you stare blankly in the distance. The sounds of reporters asking questions like a swarm of bees and police trying to answer everything like they knew what they were doing drowned out of your ears. Your heart pounding was the only thing you could hear. You turn your head to look at Gwen, facing across the street to the neighboring house. Your heart dreading for what would happen to her if Finney didn't make it.

Just then she peered her head up, her eyes squinted. Her eyes widened as she stood up. She immediately ran. You tried to grab her, knowing this town, letting girls walk alone was dangerous. You look back and see a figure. Your heart dropped. It was Finney. You chocked on your own breathing. You dashed to him, screaming his name for the world to hear.

Finney wrapped his arms around his sister. His eyes were empty. Your eyebrows furrow. He then spoke.

"Robin....he's gone..."

He muttered, his eyes getting glossy.