Cold and dark. That's what my first memory after my last fight with Vicious was. I can remember the fight vividly. The adrenaline running through my veins. My pure hatred for the man I was going to kill. But all that is behind me now. Vicious is finally dead. Where do I go from here? Should I leave my friends behind and start my life over again, like I did last time? Or should I return to the Bebop with Jet and Faye? I have so many questions that I'm asking myself, and I have so few answers. All I know is that my name is Spike Spiegel, that I was formerly in the Red Dragon syndicate, and that the love of my life died in my arms because of that. I can still hear Julia's voice in my head. Why couldn't Vicious have killed me when I killed him? I'd be with Julia now. Why did I have to live? Did God keep me living for a reason? Why did God allow me to live after the first time I died? Was it so I would meet Jet, Faye, and Ed? Faye. Her short hair, her cocky attitude, her caring feelings for me when I would leave with the possibility of never coming back. Did she honestly care for me, or just want me to be safe because I was her source of shelter and food? She was unbearable at first, but as the time we spent together grew, so did my feelings for her. I guess I will be returning to the Bebop, to find out why she stayed with us all this time. As soon as I can walk again, that is.


See you, Space Cowboy...