Phil walks over to the middle of the tracks, sets down his diary on the side of the track, and sits in the middle. He pulls up his sleeves to reveal blistering scars covering his arms. Looking up, and tear rolls down his cheek, he will soon be free. The boy whispers his final words as the train rushes nearer and nearer.

"I love you, Mr Howell. Always have, always will. I am eternally sorry.'