Michael had open the door to what was once Franklin Clinton's vinewood mansion: nothing was left except a letter on the wall.

"Dear Michael, Trevor or anyone who gets this letter. By the time you get this, I will probably dead fo sure. I being hunt or in your case hunted down by some Triad motherfucker. There is a 12 year old pitbull in the back yard named Chopper aka Chop. Beware he is fiesty. So feed him food and calm him down. My favorite gun is in my closet, loaded. Take care of Chop is all I ask, he is the only thing I have left. Please..."Franklin James Clinton.Michael couldn't help but tear up. He folded the note into his pocket. He walked down the stairs and into Franklin's bedroom where is favorite AK-47. Michael slung it around his shoulder and procceed outside where he spotted Chop.

Chop had a sad look on his face: "I know Chop, he's gone. Come on, your coming home with me.

He hopped in the car with Chop, and drove off listening to his favorite song: I Don't Care Anymore by Phil Collins.

Well you can tell everyone I'm a down disgrace

Drag my name all over the place

I don't care anymore

You can tell everybody 'bout the state I'm in

You won't catch me crying 'cause I just can't win

I don't care anymore, I don't care anymore

I don't care what you say

I don't play the same games you play

'Cause I've been talking to the people that you call your friends

And it seems to me there's a means to and end

They don't care anymore

And as for me I can sit here and bide my time

I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind

I don't care anymore, I don't care no more

I don't care what you say

We never played by the same rules anyway

I won't be there anymore

Get out of my way

Let me by

I got better things to do with my time

I don't care anymore, I don't care anymore

I don't care anymore, I don't care anymore

Well, I don't care now what you say

'Cause every day I'm feeling fine with myself

And I don't care now what you say

Hey, I'll do alright by myself

'Cause I know

'Cause I remember all the times I tried so hard

And you laughed in my face 'cause you held all the cards

I don't care anymore

And I really ain't bothered what you think of me

'Cause all I want of you is just a let me be

I don't care anymore, d'you hear? I don't care no more

I don't care what you say

I never did believe you much anyway

I won't be there no more

So get out of my way

Let me by

I got better things to do with my time

I don't care anymore

D'you hear? I don't care anymore

I don't care no more

You listening? I don't care no more

No more!

You know I don't care anymore!

Don't care no more! No more, no more, no more

Don't care, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more

No more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more..."

5 years later.

Tracey visted Franklin's grave, it was pouring down rain and the mud splashed her rain boots. It had been 5 long years since Trevor was last seen flying out of the state. Never to be seen again.

Tracey kneeled down to the grave and whispered: "I always had a crush on you, even though I never known your or seen you a couple times. I always thought you were fucking hot."

She touched the tombstone where it read:

FRANKLIN JAMES CLINTON

8/22/88-5/10/13

Finest motherfucker in L.S.

Rest In Peace.

She had got back in her Issi and took a glance at the grave on last time before departing.