Remy was in a coma for three weeks, and I verged on insanity from the shadows of his memories in my head. Bobby went on an extended road trip with me.

And Remy found us in Seattle.

Seattle
Remy and Bobby tracked me down at a run-down theater.

I was so confused. So many memories and so much pain--but it wasn't mine. I was scared.

I don't know why I fought him like I did. Maybe I couldn't forgive him for not trusting me. For not giving me the key to the secrets locked inside my head.

Then again, maybe he had good reason not to.

It's not like I was ever particularly honest with him. And when his secret did come out...

I don't want to talk about that right now.

He tried to tell me, in his own way, that night. I wasn't ready. So I ran away and tried to forget.

Again.

History repeated itself later on...

But this time there was no one to get him back home.

I don't want to talk about that right now.