It's a few days after the death of Walter White. A lot of folks are at his funeral. Among the invited are Remy Jongbloed, a fan of Walter and his girlfriend Tanisha Henderson, Walter's business partner Jesse Pinkman and many others. Remy is crying his eyes out because his hero has died.
'After all you have been through… I can't believe it ended like this…' Remy said, his throat aching under his tears.
'Remy, don't be sad. We all have a time to go.' Tanisha said.
'I-I guess…' Remy said, still crying.
After Jesse's emotional speech, Remy walked up to the speech booth and started speaking.
'Walter was a good man…He was a brilliant science teacher, father and friend…He only turned to criminality because of one horrible disease: Cancer…He did it in order to pay for his treatments and to support his family after his death…Sadly, this caused many problems for his family and other loved ones, though he didn't mean to do so…To me, Walter was the type of guy I could rely on in times of trouble, because he would sometimes share his money with me when I had money trouble…I'll miss him greatly, no matter what he has done…Thank you, Walter, for bringing so much joy to my life every day…'
Remy finished his speech and sat down again.
After the funeral, Jesse walked up to Remy with something in his hands.
'Hey, Remy…' Jesse said.
'Hey, Jesse…' Remy said, with a thick sadness in his voice.
'I got you something.' Jesse said as he gave the item to Remy.
Remy looked at the object. It was Walter's fedora.
'I'm sure Mr. White would've wanted you to have it, so I gave it to you.' Jesse said.
'Thanks, Jesse…You've made me the happiest man on Earth…' Remy said as he hugged Jesse while sobbing.
9 months later…
Remy is with his therapist, Dr. Goodman.
'So, Remy, do you want to talk about it again?' Dr. Goodman asked.
'I started smoking crystal meth when Walter started selling it to me.' Remy said.
'And where did it get you?' Dr. Goodman asked.
'Right fucking here.' Remy said. 'I've got a girlfriend who's pregnant for about 7 months now, I'm in big money trouble because of my meth addiction, and I work as a dishwasher in a fucking restaurant.'
'It's good to let all the rage out, Remy. Keep it coming.' Dr. Goodman said.
'Now that Walter is dead, I got no more meth to smoke, and I go fucking crazy when I don't smoke meth for about 5 days!' Remy shouted.
Dr. Goodman looked at his watch. 'Oh, looks like that's all the time we have for today. Same time next week, Remy?'
'Sure, Doc. I'll see you then.' Remy said as he left the office.
Remy walked through Alberquerque, New Mexico. He sat down on a bench and smoked a cigarette.
'Dude, can you believe that Heisenberg dude disappeared?' A black guy said to his friend.
'I heard the dude was clapped by someone.' The other black guy said.
'Well, Riley, I'm sure gonna miss all that meth.' One of the black guys said.
'Same here, Phil.' Riley said.
'Let's just get this over with.' Phil said. 'Hey, homie, do you know where Zack Berger lives?' He asked Remy.
'No, I do not, homie.' Remy said.
Riley and Phil were about to continue on when Remy stopped them.
'Actually, wait, I do know. It's that small house over there, with the old roof.' Remy said.
'Good. Thanks, homie.' Riley said.
Riley and Phil walked over to the house as Remy stood up and left for his house.
Riley and Phil walked over to the house and knocked on the door. Zack Berger opened it.
'Hello, gentlemen. What can I do for you?' Zack asked.
'Zack Berger?' Phil asked.
'Yes, that's me. What's the matter?' Zack asked.
'Our boss has told us that you're hoarding jars of blood in this house. Is that true?' Riley said.
'I can show you. Come inside.' Zack said.
Zack led Riley and Phil to the room with the jars of blood.
'This is my collection of badger blood. Isn't it beautiful?' Zack said with pride.
'Sir, this stuff is illegal. I'm afraid you'll have to hand it over.' Phil said.
'What? But I can't do that! It's too precious to me!' Zack said.
'I'm sorry, sir. We're just doing our job.' Phil said.
Zack grabbed a gun and aimed it at Riley and Phil.
'Leave my blood collection alone and get out of my house!' Zack shouted.
Riley punched Zack and knocked him out.
'Quick, get the jars in his car!' Riley said.
Phil quickly got the jars of blood into Zack's car and he and Riley quickly drove off. They took the jars of blood to Walt Welker's shop. They quickly brought the jars of blood into the shop.
Walt: Spelendid, my boys! Thank you for bringing me these jars!
Riley: You're welcome, Walt. Always happy to help.
Phil: Yeah, we'll always be ready for a job.
Walt: Good. Well, I'll send you your paychecks tomorrow. I'll see you later.
Phil: Okay, we'll holla at you later.
Meanwhile, Remy arrived at his house. Tanisha was chatting with a friend on the phone.
'No, Remy is doing his best. He's still coping with depression, and I don't know if these therapies are helping him. His meth addiction and the death of his hero really did a number on his brain. Oh, wait, he's home.' Tanisha said.
'Who you talking to?' Remy asked.
'A friend.' Tanisha said.
'Okay.' Remy said.
'I'll see you later, Remy. I'm gonna continue my phone call.' Tanisha said.
'Okay, catch you later, baby.' Remy said as he walked to the bedroom, grabbed a hoodie from the ground and put it in the wardrobe. Remy then changed clothes, walked outside, got into his car and drove off to the cemetry. After arriving there, he walked up to Walter's grave.
'It's been a while, old friend.' Remy said.
'I can't believe it's been 9 months already. 9 months after that incident that costed you your life. With your scientific brilliance, you were able to get into the crystal game. But now, the crystal game is a sad, lonely place, because you're no longer in it.'
Remy looked up at the sky, then back at the grave.
'But don't worry. Because I'll continue what you started.' Remy said.
'I'll find Jesse, and together we'll take our place in history.'
Remy walked away from the grave, back to his car.
