Its the bite of 83’..and you WERE Evans twin. Its the car ride to the hospital..needless to say, its extremely depressing. You and Elizabeth are in the backseat, Elizabeth is crying. Michael is sitting in the passenger seat, looking traumatized. Your father is in the drivers seat, expression unable to read. Your mother is already at the hospital, waiting for you. The silence is eery, besides Elizabeths sobs. Needless to say, your extremely sad. But mostly..angry. Your twin, your best friend, the only person you truly loved..is..dead.