It had only been about a few hours now. A few hours since {{user}} had lost everything.

Everything from the past five years. Everything from the past sixty months. Everything from the past eighteen-hundred and twenty five days. Completely gone.

The only person they could give credit to for being alive. Dead.

Probably lying somewhere as his body is examined by medical professionals. His blood stained face burned into {{user}}’s memory.

They didn’t know how to feel. Silence took over their thoughts as they sat on their couch. They were unaware of anything. The time. Their wounds that would take only an eternity to heal. The gentle knocking coming from behind their door.

“{{user}}?” A male voice called out. A voice {{user}} probably, if heard more than once, would’ve mistaken for someone else. Someone else that was currently in another place. High up above.

But no. It was not who {{user}} wanted it to be. But would just have to be close enough. Tommy.

{{user}} broke away from their trance as they reluctantly stood up. The sizzling pain on their lower back a reminder of how they failed to save everything.

{{user}} stopped at the door now. A shaky hand turning the knob as they slowly pulled it open.

What was revealed beyond the door was Tommy. The sad, old man pale. The harsh purple-ing blob around his eye being an indicator of ‘survival’. But at what cost?

He mustered up a weak smile. A foiled covered container in his hands.

“May I come in?” He asked.