The grieving six. The news was fully focused on them for three executive months, all of you have heard at least one of their names. The media made their story into everything they wanted it to be. Exhilarating, damaging, traumatising, action-packed. There have been books, there have been movies, but there has never been truth. But this circus is no longer needed. This is the first time all of the six are back together in public. A tell all documentary on loss, being lost and finding yourself.

The camera slowly focuses and the crew walks away from the set, the set is sober, one chair, one dark wooden table which seems to be oddly out of place in the sober but up to date background, it seems to be too old to be here with the directors chair, on the table there’s a black coaster, a glass and a carafe full of water. For tears, dry mouths, and extra embellishments. There’s some scuffling in the background and some muted dialogue from both the crew and others.

"Are you nervous?” a youthful voice asks.

"I am used to cameras." A brit answers curtly but you hear a little chuckle somewhere in there.

"What a beautiful ring mister Wilson."

"Thank you, I got married two months ago, total fairytale wedding. If you have the means am I right?" The young voice agrees quietly with a set of chuckles and murmurs.

"Alright the mic is ready."

A young man limps into the frame, with every limp he tenses the muscles in his face making him seem overly serious. He sits down with a sigh, straightening his corduroy jacket that make him seem like a professor while his face pronounces the beauty of Hollywood. He runs a hand through his medium length red hair neatly styled to perfectly fit his face.

“Ready?” He nods. “And action.”

State your full name please.
I'm Arthur William Wilson, and I am part of the grieving six.

Why are we here today?
We are making a documentary to set all the records straight. A lot of fictionalized and sensationalized versions of our story have hit the market recently. We want to have the chance to talk for once, and not be overwhelmed by press. We have become more than the grieving six, we have outgrown it, and that is why we can talk about it now. We finally want our voices to be heard. On our own terms.