As the rain, keeps pouring down on me
And the sky is the only thing I see
And my troubles are gone with the wind
It's just me, and the ground beneath my feet
I lean against the glass in the back of the pickup truck, Sam's head rests against my chest as my left arm is lazy slung around her, keeping her close to me. Tucker is resting against Sam's knees, playing the song from his PDA which is magically still on, his yellow shirt is covered in dirt and oil, his cargo pants are torn away at the knees turning them into make shift shorts. His brown boots are gone and have been replaced with lighter sneakers. Looking closer I can see the left lenses of his glass are starting to crack from the edges. I look across the pickup bed to see a Jazz leaning against the tailgate, her head is down and her red hair is lose tangled, a far cry from the way jazz used to keep her hair, she looks up at me and I see the sadness in her eyes, the obvious signs that she had been crying. She looks down again into her lap, I haven't seen her smile since it all started. I feel the car shifting from side to side avoiding abandon cars on the highway as we move ever further from my old home. I look past Jazz towards the column of smoke rising from the remains of Amity Park. I never saw it coming, I don't think any of us saw it coming. The wind picks up slowly from the east and I feel Sam's hair whip around some more, some slapping into my face. She raise her hand and brushes it away. I look down at her face and see bags under her amethyst colored eyes. She isn't wearing any makeup, her pale skin contrasting against her raven hair, stress lines forming across her forehead. I kiss the top of her head before turning my head to pier inside the cab of the pickup and see Valeria driving, one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand is perched on the driver's door. Even though I couldn't see her face, I knew she was concentrating deeply on something, she is in her red ghost fighting gear. She lost the helmet a while ago while we were running. A piece of blood soaked white cloth is wrapped around her right arm covering a wound she got earlier. Sitting next to her is Kwan. He was a nervous wreck when we found him and he is still showing signs of it. He had his knees on the seat and he is hugging them while slowly rocking back and forth. I turn back around and continue to stare out into the distance towards the ever fading city. "Do you think we will ever go back?" Sam asks. We all just remain silent.
Chest to chest,
You can, run if you want
I've come too far, oh I'm not gunna lose
I feel so alive.