Zach was sitting at the Monet's, waiting for you as you agreed to spend the day with him. You two had been friends since months. He helped you to walk and to carry your bag when you couldn't, because of your accident. The accident. The day you shot youself in the head. The bullet had gone through your skull but hadn't killed you. Zach knew what you felt. He was on the tapes too, he felt this guilt too. His eyes light up when you arrive. He saw you as a brother, you saw him as something more. You had always loved him more than that.

Hey. Wait. He stands up. Let me help you to sit down.