I am now in Florida. I just couldn't bring myself to stay at the farm, despite all that Ernie and his family had done for me and the friendship that I now had with Ernie himself, it was too remindful of Jen and now my family for me to simply stay there as if it never happened.

I'm not living in any one place. My current home pre say, is a small cave in the woods with a raccoon named Lenny, who likes to be called "Uncle Lenny" for some reason. At the moment I'm just trying to survive, picking off small game and doing random odd jobs in whatever city or town is closest to me. At present I favor Jacksonville, my mail is delivered at the local Wal-Mart, where I technically also live and work at in order to maintain my citizenship.

I had hoped to run into the Griffins by now, for they had said that they were going to Florida, particularly this area before the end of summer. So far I had no such luck of meeting them.

I just remembered something important. Today is my birthday. Happy birthday to me I guess. I had planned by now to be in the loving arms of my wife as we planned our future, but then again I had planned so many things and have come to the realization that planning is overrated. Just let things come as they are and eventually you'll get what you want. It's a lazy philosophy, but it's the only philosophy that hasn't got me hurt yet, so I'm sticking with it.

Walking out of the Wal-Mart and back to Uncle Lenny's cave I ran into the one group of people that I never thought I'd see again. I ran into the Griffins. Peter and Lois had remained relatively unchanged; in fact I think Peter might have gotten fatter. Chris and Meg were taller by comparison, as was Stewie, who by the looks of things was just about to start 1st grade even though according to his brain scan he was a college undergrad.

Not wanting to be the one to start things lest tarnish my already horrible image of me upon them I simply ignored the Griffins entirely and continued on my way, hoping that one of them would say something. They looked directly at me, and said nothing, as if I was a complete stranger or worse as if I was invisible. There was no way that I was going to let them pass me by, not like this, so I ran up to them as fast I could and hugged the first person in the group that I could reach, I came to Stewie.

"Thank God!" I replied, "Thank God you're alive" Stewie pushed me away and slapped me as hard as he could before Lois took him up in her arms. "Yes Brian" Lois said rather coldly, "We're alive. Now kindly leave us alone." I shook my head in disbelief, trying to stop them before they could leave me, "Will you just listen to me" I begged, at this point crawling rather pathetically on the ground in desperation, "What is it Brian?" Meg asked sharply, "Haven't you already said enough?" I stood up and nodded in agreement; fixing my fur and shaking the dirt off of me, for I knew that I mostly likely looked like complete shit. "Just hear me out one last time and I promise you'll never hear from me again." Peter laughed sarcastically, "What makes you think we'll listen? After what you said, after what you did? Do you think we're just going to accept you back into our lives and pretend that none of it happened? You must be out of your fucking mind if that's what you're thinking Brian!" I nodded, once again in total agreement, for I hated myself and simply wanted them to forgive me if nothing else. "I agree Peter" I said quickly, "I totally understand. I'm a fucking scum bag. I'm a dirty, low down, heartless, cold, son of a bitch with no religion, no ethical code and no feelings. Hell I'm also the American Adolf Hitler, the Prince of Darkness, every Incurable Disease and a False Prophet." I stopped to catch my breath and continued, "I'm the worst person on the face of the Earth. I'm insecure about everything that I ever believed in, from politics to religion, from ideals and ideas, everything about me is a flawed, gaping open wound of disgusting puss that can only be cured by medicine that you and your family provide Peter. Help me" I got down on my knees and rested my head on Peter's legs, "Please help me. If nothing else, forgive me, tell me that everything's going to be okay."

Peter sighed and walked away, causing my head to thump in the dirt. Stewie jumped down from Lois and walked back over to me, giving me a well deserved kick to the face, the stomach, the balls and the back before all the rest of the family surprisingly turned around and joined in beating me almost to death in the middle of board daylight.

I woke up back in the cave. Uncle Lenny was standing over me dipping a wet rag and placing it on my forehead. "Oh good you're awake" Uncle Lenny said happily, "I was afraid you died or something." I tried to sit up but as soon as I moved I felt a bone crack and screamed in pain, "Yep" Lenny continued, "That would be your back. You got lucky Brian." I laughed sarcastically failing to see the good in any of this, "How is this lucky?" I asked, "Because you're still alive Brian" Lenny answered, "Ha" I exclaimed cutting him off, "They should've killed me. They had every right to." Lenny shook his head and only continued applying the rag to my forehead.

That night I dreamt of Quahog, of the life I used to have. I knew that I could never go back to it. Not after everything that happened and especially now. I dreamt of the dance that I had with Holly, of the time that I spent with Jen and realized that I loved both of them unconditionally. I know now that I will never have what I want, what I need. It will only always be a dream. I need a change. I need to get away from this place, leave the country and travel the world.

I didn't bother waiting for my back to heal completely, just enough to where I was able to walk. Uncle Lenny told me that at best it would take almost six months for my back to heal at 90% and even then I had to be extremely careful with what I did. Basically as long I didn't try skydiving or running on all fours for extended periods of time I was good.

I packed up what little belongs I had, having lost most of Dad's things in a rainstorm, the only thing I managed to keep was his book, the guitar and my speech, I headed for the nearest airport to Europe with the hope that I would find a new life there.