Have you ever wanted to go back? I've contemplated it everyday for the last six years. Knowing once I did, I'd wreck everything all over again, but still-I dream. Until last night. My past came back to me. As I finished my set, looking through the smoke and flashing lights, I see him. The wreckage still written on Chord's face, tells me hell's coming. I can't erase the hurt my leaving caused, and I'll be damned if I let him wreck us even more. But when I utter one word, I know we're finished before we can even begin to pick up the pieces. Silas.