I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah
Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I walk alone
I walk a...

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...

-Green Day/ Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

Michael asked Utopia how the boy was doing, she pointed over near one of the cots and told him that he was in minor shock and had only a few nicks and bruises, nothing that time couldn't heal.

Michael then told Utopia to get herself a nice warm cup of coffee and see how New Jersey was doing, she smiled before leaving and then went on her way.

At first Michael was scared to even go near him, He stood at the entrance of the tent and saw him sitting on his cot on the other end, his arms wrapped tight around his knees, which were brought close to his chest.

For such a little boy he looked as if he had gone through hell.

But he needed to know the truth.

He walked over and pulled up a chair in front of the boy's bed, he saw he had been crying, his glassy gray eyes looked off at the other opening of the tent and into the dark night.

"Hey Hunter."

Hunter lifted his eyes

"It's me Michael, you remember me?"

The boy slowly nodded.

"Are you okay?"

Hunter just looked at him with a blank and empty look.

Michael gave a small nervous smile.

"Dumb question, I know." "Are you hungry...we could get you something?"

The boy shook his head.

Michael then sighed and looked at him with strong eyes.

"Terry's dead."

Michael rubbed the back of his neck, and sighed "Yeah...I know."

"He told me to run and hide, So I went into the woods and stayed down, just like he told me to do."

"And I'm sure that's what he wanted."

More silent tears rolled down his face.

"Hunter, your safe now...you know that don't you?"

Hunter nodded.

"We're not gonna let anything happen to you, understand?"

Michael then bit his lower lip and then took a deep breath.

"Hunter...how did you meet Terry?"

"What do you mean?"

"How long have you known him?"

"Ever since I've been born."

"Really?" "Where was that?"

"On the island, where my Mom had me."

"Your mother?"

Tears slid down Hunter's face and his eyes looked as if they were made out of thin glass.

"Here..."

Hunter slid something over towards Michael, it was face down and just laid there on the cot like it was in a no man's land of empty space.

At first Michael just wanted to keep talking and ask about Ana and the others, the millions of questions that filled up his head made everything seem to still around them in the darkness of the tent.

Hunter just sat there, and watched Michael slowly reach out and take the photograph and hold it up to his eyes since the light since the tent wasn't so good.

Hunter used the back of his hand to wipe his hot sticky tears away from his now scrubbed clean face.

His heart was hurting, a kind of pain he had never felt before...worse then the pain he felt when the strangers told him Terry had died.

For five long years he had lived in a safe closed off life with people that loved him, now he learned about loss and death only in the space of a few hours.

He was all alone, but he knew who this man was.

Michael's face froze, he kept looking at the photo for what seemed like a good ten minuets. His eyes seemed set and an eyebrow raised.

His whole mind went blank.

It was a photograph of Ana and Him, five years ago at Crossroads. Back then even during those horrible events...everything seemed right in the world since he was falling in love with this woman he had met less then only a month ago.

They were both standing on a skateboard, his arms around her waist and both laughing...a moment of pure joy frozen in time.

Michael couldn't remember even when the photo was taken, or what he was thinking the moment it was being taken...all he knew was that was long ago, and it had his Ana in it...he hadn't seen her face in so long, and so many memories rushed back and hit him like a pile of bricks.

Ana was his mother? Ana had a baby...with who?

He couldn't speak.

Then Hunter reached out his tiny hand and lowered the photo, Michael just looked at him...shocked and speechless.

"I tell you everything Michael...but I wanna know just one thing okay?"

Michael looked at him, for such a small boy he spoke as if he was an adult.

"What?"

"Am I dead...is this heaven?"

Michael slowly shook his head.

"No Hunter...your not dead, why do you ask?"

"Because my mother told me my father died before I was born...and the very same person that's in that photo, is sitting right in front of me."

The photo slowly dropped from Michael's hand...and hit the ground.