The ongoing screams of a man in constant agony had alerted one of the neighbours and after a while the police arrived. They were held back by a middle-aged looking man with a beard and a cowboy hat. He wanted to go in first, telling the others he knew the man living there, as he was a fellow ranger.

But what Walker saw after entering the bedroom of Evan and Lily Gage, left him with nightmares for weeks. His young friend, his fellow ranger, the loving father and husband was sitting in the middle of the room, rocking back and forth with his arms around two small broken forms. They were all covered in blood, and at first sight you couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

After fighting the nausea and wiping his blurry eyes he recognized another form, lying against the two children, it lay still and by the looks of it she had tried to protect them until the end.

Walker was afraid to move, he had never felt more frozen in his entire life. But when the grieving man stopped rocking after a full hour and started to grab his gun, Walker knew he had to do something. Yet he still waited. He saw him look at his gun, as if he had never seen it before. He saw him looking at the still bodies on his lap. And he saw him bring the gun up, to his own head.

That was when Walker finally seemed to get the feeling back in his limbs. His voice seemed to work too, cause he heard himself say, "Gage, no!", as he flew towards him and softly pulled the gun into his own hands.

Gage kept looking straight forward, but when Walker took the gun away, his only means of escape, he turned haunted eyes towards him, and with a soft whisper he pleaded, "Please, let me be with them, please…"

Walker had never seen someone with eyes like that. When they made contact, he felt like he was hit with small piercing daggers, digging themselves deep into his heart. The young ranger had no life left in them, only death. But even though he had the same urge as his friend, he had to keep him from hurting himself.

"Gage… Who did this?"

And with those words, Gage had found a reason to stay. If only for a little while…

But this is today and I'm lost in my own skin
And I'm so lonely
I don't even want to be with myself anymore
I just want to feel safe in my own skin,
I just want to be happy again.

And he had succeeded. It took him two weeks to find the bastard who murdered his family, but he had found him. Fingerprints had been found all over the room, most of them were from Syd or one of the girls. But after some research Trivette found out who the other ones belonged to.

All that time, Gage was living his life like a zombie. He stayed with Walker, because they didn't trust him to be on his own. For after the gun incident they had found him several times, trying to end his own life.

There was the time at the morgue, where he went to say goodbye one last time. But when he didn't come out of the cold room for over two hours, Alex had walked in, finding him sitting on the floor between Syd and the twins. A surgical knife had been placed on his wrist, and a thin line of blood was already appearing. Alex had let out a stifled scream, before rushing over and yanking the knife out of his hands.

After that episode, they had taken him to the hospital, where they had stitched up his wrist and he was given some medication to help him sleep. But when the funeral was over, and they still had no clues to who the murderer was, Gage seemed to close off even more.

The day of the funeral was grey while the rain softly landed on the damp grass. People were huddled under black umbrellas, while Gage, together with Sydney's parents and the other rangers, was standing in front of the three graves. Two tiny caskets were being lowered after Gage had put a white rose on each of them. And after Gage had touched Sydney's casket one last time, it was lowered into the large hole in the ground. When it was down, all the guests let their white flower flow after it. So the top of the casket was filled with white, before being covered with dirt.

The crowd had emerged, leaving a heartbroken ranger standing in the rain, alone… That was, until a small hand took hold of his larger one. He had looked down at the blonde curly head of 7-year old Angela. She had looked up to him, and as an unspoken agreement, they turned, to follow the other friends and rangers.

That night, he had tried again, this time he almost succeeded, if it hadn't been for Walker who had entered just in time to see the pills being swallowed away with a bottle of liquor.

But everything changed when Trivette discovered who the fingerprints belonged to. Gage had a destiny now: find the one who killed his loved ones, and kill him. And when they raided the house of the criminal Gage had put away a long time ago, they had caught him. Pictures where everywhere. Snapshots of Gage and Sydney on the job. Shots of the twins, at school and at home. They were everywhere, some of them were torn, others had the faces cut out.

And when the grudge filled murderer tried to escape, using one of Trivette's guns, Gage didn't doubt for a second. He shot every bullet his gun contained, he even kept shooting after the man was already on the ground, dead.

Turning around, Gage had left the house.

It was finally over…

And I'm so lonely
I don't even want to be with myself anymore
I just want to feel safe in my own skin,
I just want to be happy again.