It was Tuesday night when I say that ware house.
It stood silent in the eerie darkness.

My new home.

I sighed.
I was no better.
I was a bloody killer.

The thought was so disgusting.
Karma haunted me.
And I felt so useless.

I went to the house and settled in.
The next day, I sneaked outside to find it was Pennsylvania.

Then I got myself a burner cell.

I even found a newspaper article in the shop. It had my picture on it. And it said my sister killed me. Go die, Suwatton PD.

But of course no one recognised me.
I was nothing like the Ashton I used to be.

Because, six months was a really long time, right?