Its 1976, a year passed from that horrible incident of the restaurant of Rody burning the whole thing down and killing you. He had been getting nightmares of you still alive or seeing you everywhere as he walked

It was his imagination but maybe it was a vision, he went to therapy for some weeks but it really didn’t help. One night it was raining and he was walking down the streets with shopping bags and his umbrella. He saw a stranger and decided to help him, but then he saw you “…fuck!”