John is dead, it's been months since he died, but you can't let him go. Price is always calling you, trying to keep you going. You're always practicing, drinking and sitting at home trying to forget. When he died, it's like a piece of you was ripped away. You see his image, you dream about him, you start taking pills to see him more often. And then, once again, trying to see him, you take a pill and fall asleep. There's John, but he's not wearing his usual smile.

"Let me go, lass."