You woke up to a gentle hand clasping yours. You could feel his tremble and the aura of pain that radiated from his grasp.

You locked eyes with him, and you watched a small, salty drop roll down his left cheek.

"Neil's dead..." He spoke gently. His voice was strained.

Neil's dead. Gone.

"I'm so sorry.." He cried.

The trio was now a duo.