Murdoc was alone. He'd finally managed to push everyone away. The band had left him while he slept to do their own things. He was always rude, brash, but he cared he just... didn't know how to admit that. Not even to himself. He'd never been taught. He'd only been taught anger... he walked up the stairs, leaning on the wall and letting out a few choked sobs, before finishing the climb and crashing onto the couch there in the fetal position to cry.