'Sammy, man, I miss you. You should have been at the prix. Maybe if I'd gone with you on your run that day instead of going after Tara, you'd still be alive. You're-you were my best mate. I called your voicemail just to hear your voice. But it's not the same when I know you won't talk back. We need you. Without you, it's all wrong. I wake up, look at your side of the room, and remember you're gone. You'll never sit there laughing at me again. You won't tell me to pull my head in and stop hurting Kat and Tara. Your sisters, who mean everything to you, I know. They MEANT everything to you. They were family. And maybe if I listened that day, I wouldn't be here by your gravestone saying you were right. It's so easy to be angry about everything, it's just harder to admit that I blame myself for your dying. I need you man. I wish you were still here, but you're not. And I have to say goodbye. 'Coz I know that you'd want me to move on. We're gonna finish your list someday. It's the only way I know how to say goodbye.' Christian stood up and walked away from Sammy's gravestone.