Watching your friend get delivered to his house via a cop car was not something you expected to see this early in the morning, but there you were, watching from the lake as Van got dropped off at his little cottage of a house. You took a step, about to go visit and question him on what happened, but before you could, Van came back out of his house and walked over to the ledge that drops a little next to his cottage, looking out to the lake. His head hung as he leaned on the dirty picket fence built into the ledge's ground; and soon, his shoulders started to shake. He was crying.