As Jackson's body slumped further into his mattress, he took a glance over to his alarm clock. 3 PM. Only nine more hours until he had to return to that hell… He continued fiddling with the rubik's cube in his hand, a grim reminder of the path he had forsaken. As any of his teachers or friends would tell you, he was always a smart kid. He could have easily gone to college to pursue a real career that could give him meaning in life, but life had other plans. If some random employer would be skeptical of him due to his past, he could be damn sure the biggest college in the state would be the same…

"God, how could I have gotten myself into this mess…"

Jackson rolled out of bed and ventured across the room to his closet. As he opened it up, the smell of mold entered his nostrils at a rapid pace. He really needed to clean his room eventually, but that was the least of his worries. As he dug through the various boxes stacked in front of him, he eventually honed in on a huge, black garbage bag.

Carefully untying the knot keeping the bag shut, Jackson was slightly hesitant to go on. Would the contents of this bag awaken anything in his memories, or was that just wishful thinking? He wasn't entirely sure what he would find, having completely forgotten the time in which he would have loved the contents.

He dumped the various items onto the floor and surveyed what he found. It wasn't entirely unexpected; various plush toys based on the Fazbear band, a miniature toy guitar and microphone, even a Freddy Fazbear themed t-shirt!

"Heh… if only you guys looked this cute when you were under my watch…" Jackson muttered, picking up the Freddy Fazbear plush. It seemed to be well made, reflecting a time period in which the business had enough money to properly invest in things like this. From what he could remember in his jumbled mind, Jackson thought that the plushies on sale at the current prize corner were nowhere near this quality.

As much as he wanted to chuck the bear, he decided to carefully place it back on the floor. After all, he was dealing with supernatural entities of some sort; who's to say they wouldn't know what happened to their doll counterparts and retaliate, like some sort of reverse voodoo doll?

Jackson grabbed his TV remote and sat back on his bed, turning the television on. He thought he might be able to enjoy some cartoons before he left for work, but now he knew just how easy it was to twist something meant for kids into an absolute nightmare. The first thing to greet him on the slightly blurry screen before him was the local news.

A small crowd was surrounding a tall man in a lab coat, with two suited men who looked to be bodyguards standing close behind him. The crowd wasn't the type that Jackson was used to, however. He'd expect to see some sort of paparazzi with flashing cameras filling up the screen, but there was nothing of the sort. Well, he had never seen this man in his entire life, so maybe he just wasn't all that famous…

"Thank you, thank you." the man in the lab coat began. "As you may or may not be aware, my name is Professor Oliver Durham. The large facility you see behind me is one that has been shrouded in mystery for some time, arousing some suspicion from certain parties. However, be mystified no more! Today, we'll shed a small amount of light on the project I've been working on behind closed doors."

As Jackson continued watching, he had to admit that he had no idea what this guy was talking about. He thought he may have heard something about a suspicious laboratory on the outskirts of town, but he was never quick to believe any rumors about something that didn't concern him. His mom was always the paranoid type, however. She'd said something about some sort of ghostly light shining through the building at night, but he hadn't cared enough to listen.

"Through the research of my comrades and I, we have discovered something truly amazing that we believe can benefit all of society for generations to come! I'm afraid I'm not allowed to give too many details, but we have discovered and isolated a brand new source of energy more powerful than anything you've ever seen! In the near future, you can say goodbye to coal and oil, because there's something new on the horizon. This energy, which we have codenamed 'remnant', will soon be tested on a large scale. We hope you'll eagerly anticipate a brighter future for all!"

"Whatever… This is boring…" Jackson sighs as he turns off the television. "I'm sure he's all bark, no bite anyway. If energy like that really existed, we would already know about it, I'm sure…"

Suddenly, Jackson heard a knock at the door, startling him so much that he fell off the bed. After the events of last night, any loud noise was enough to make him jump out of fear. He watched as his brother entered his room, looking down at all of the Fazbear merchandise scattered across the room.

"That's all old stuff, right? Or did you actually just buy out your new employer's entire stock of kids' toys…" Nick joked, looking somewhat proud of his brother.

"Of course not… I just wanted to look at some of the old stuff, considering I work there now. I thought maybe I could reminisce on my childhood there, but those memories still aren't coming back." Jackson sighed.

"That may be true, but I'm proud of you regardless! I mean, after so long, you finally got a job somewhere! It's really unbelievable! How was the first day, or should I say night? You didn't really tell anybody that you got the job, so Mom was really worried until you came home at seven in the morning."

"Well, I didn't have much of a choice. The job was a night shift, and as soon as I showed up, my boss sort of shoved me right into work without a second thought, so I figured I might as well start my first week. It was… interesting, to say the least. I made a few friends, anyway." Jackson responded.

When he mentioned friends, the first thing he thought of was the animatronics. Jackson considered telling his brother about the events of the night, but then he remembered how Henry had acted before… He seemed very reluctant to talk about what happened, almost as if he feared something besides the animatronics. Jackson decided to keep it a secret for now until he had a greater grasp on what was actually happening in that place.

However, the more he thought about it, he realized that he did have friends, of sorts. Even though they hadn't talked very long, he enjoyed the presence of Alyssa and admired her eagerness to find the truth behind the mystery he had just lived through. Then, there was Henry, his boss. Jackson could tell he was a good man who loved his job, and put his neck on the line to let Jackson work at the place he could only describe as hell. James was the most menacing cook he had ever met besides his own mother, so he knew that he absolutely needed to be on his good side…

And then, there was that last guy… Michael, was it? Jackson definitely couldn't call him his friend yet, he had barely had a full conversation with him, and yet he felt inexplicably familiar to him. Regardless of that inkling, Jackson knew he would be an important ally and someone he would need to talk to very soon, since he had supposedly been getting paid overtime to do the night shift. That meant he knew the secret of the animatronics, and was likely the only living person who did… And what the hell did he mean by them being 'special' to him? They're special, that's for damn sure, but he seemed genuinely attached to them, like they were family or something…

"Friends, huh? I find that kind of hard to believe when you're just sitting in a dusty old office all day, but I won't pry. I bet you're not even allowed to say that much anyway." Nick responded.

"The hell does that mean? You know something about that place?" Jackson asked, quickly jumping off the floor to meet his brother at eye level.

"Not much, mind you." Nick responded, scratching his head. "A few years back, I was looking for a part-time job. I was in college at the time and was already stressed enough, but I wanted to be able to send some money back home. Mom and Dad weren't doing too well financially, and you were freeloading."

"I went to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza for a few reasons. I obviously needed the money, but I also wanted answers. Your life was practically ruined by this restaurant, and I knew you were innocent, so I wanted to find undeniable proof that would let you live a free life. The boss was nice enough, but the closer it got to midnight, the more cold the atmosphere in that place got. I don't know how to explain it, but something felt very wrong… I'm usually one to go with my gut, so I decided to get out of there. On my way out, there was a guy claiming to be a police detective. He started asking questions about the night shift, or if I recognized some missing person. I felt like that place was just bad news all around, so I left and never looked back."

Jackson stared at his brother for a few moments before speaking. "So, that missing person was a night guard, I assume? You mean, people were actually searching for him?"

"So I was told. That doesn't seem like such a big deal to me, unless you know something I don't?"

"Oh, I know plenty, but that's besides the point. I mean… a detective was there… he had a lead, and he was pursuing the case… and yet it was never solved. That man most definitely wasn't the last to go missing, but that detective never continued searching…" Jackson mumbled.

"Hey, you alright? You're not making any sense over there."

"That was a nice story, brother, but you didn't answer my question. You said that I'm probably not allowed to talk about what I know, right? What makes you say that?"

"Ah, that. Well, the boss wasn't alone. There was a bigger dude with him that day, and when the boss left us to go to the restrooms, the other guy confronted me. He told me that no matter what happened, I wasn't allowed to talk about what happened on my shift, no matter how important I thought it was. You didn't get that talk?"

Jackson laughed, looking back down at the Freddy Fazbear plush at his feet. This was all he needed to confirm his suspicions, and it was coming from the most unexpected of sources. The man with Henry that day must have been one of the higher-ups he had talked about earlier, and he was actively trying to cover up and silence the events that took place in the children's haven after dark.

"I most certainly did not, but I'll do my best to keep that in mind. You have nothing to worry about, anyway. Any rumors you may have heard about that place are completely unfounded. Absolutely nothing goes on in that shithole at night, and it's pretty boring, if I'm being honest." Jackson responded.

He felt dirty, lying to his brother like this. He was doing exactly what Fazbear Entertainment wanted him to do by keeping their malicious secret under wraps. This would only be a temporary strategy, however. This twisted corporation was sweeping the lives of innocent people under the rug as if nothing had happened, and Jackson was going to put an end to it.

For now, he thought it best to feign ignorance. Anybody who doesn't need to know can't be informed. He didn't want to rope more innocent people into the underlying tragedy. The abhorrent enterprise would think him to be playing right into their hands, but in all reality, they would be none the wiser. Somebody had to end the endless cycle of torment, and it had to be the employee of the month himself.

It was only 5 PM, but Jackson had once again found himself walking up to the double doors of hell itself. The parking lot was as empty as it had been yesterday. Glancing at the employees only parking, he saw that everyone from yesterday seemed to be here today, save for one exception. Parked next to Henry's car was a vibrant purple car that seemed to belong to a somewhat wealthy man. The longer Jackson stared at it, the more his head started to throb. Something about this car was familiar… he had seen it before, but he couldn't remember where. He'd just have to ascertain the identity of its owner as soon as he could…

As he strolled through the front doors, Jackson noted that the restaurant seemed just as dead as it had been yesterday, if not more so. That was to be expected, however. Most people would probably go to a restaurant like this on a weekend, perhaps to celebrate the birthday of a child who had no knowledge of the evil within the mascots.

He started to make his way toward the dining area, but suddenly felt someone tug fiercely at his arm. Turning around to face the mystery person, he found Alyssa sitting in the same place she had been yesterday, looking just as bored as she had been then.

"You just planning to waltz on in without paying?" she said with a smile. Jackson couldn't tell if it was a devious one or if she was genuinely happy, but it didn't really matter. There were many people he needed to talk to today before his shift started, and she was indeed one of them.

"Wow, you are just so hilarious!" Jackson sarcastically laughed in response. "I'm the security guard, surely I'm allowed to come here when I'm off if I want to, yeah?"

"I suppose I can make an exception for you… If you intend to fulfill our promise, that is. You're the first guy I've seen come back after his first night, and in my eyes, that makes you a celebrity here!"

Jackson scoffs, looking at the floor. "As if everybody didn't already know who I was… I'm showered in enough infamy already."

"You're talking about what happened eight years ago, right? When all those kids went missing here and they blamed you for it? I heard about it when it happened, and it really surprised me that they'd arrest a fifteen-year old with such little evidence…" Alyssa responded.

"Do you think I did it? I won't judge you, so I'd like you to be honest."

"I… no, of course I don't. You really don't seem like that kind of person…"

Jackson sighed and crossed his arms. "Why do you seem so confident about that? I don't even know if I'm the same person I was back then. I might have been completely different before I went into a coma and lost my memories-" he started, but he was quickly interrupted when Alyssa stomped her leg onto the ground with a loud thud.

"Enough! You were never that kind of person, and I fully believe that. You said you wouldn't judge me, so how about you just accept my answer already!" she yelled.

Jackson stared at her for what felt like minutes. Something in the back of his mind was telling him that he was forgetting something important about his past, but he couldn't for the life of him remember.

"Did I know you in high school or something? There's no way you can say that with so much certainty otherwise, so just tell me if there's something I'm missing here!" Jackson yelled back.

Alyssa sighed and walked past him into the dining area, waving for him to follow behind her.

"That doesn't matter right now. I think it's about time we talk about our mystery, yeah?" she said, taking a seat at one of the tables. Each one was mostly empty, save for a few children and their mothers here and there.

As Jackson took the seat across from her, he couldn't help but stare at the stage behind her. He knew the dark secret hiding inside this establishment, but would it really be smart of him to divulge that secret at this point? What's the worst that could happen?

"So, did you discover anything? Any idea as to why everyone besides you keeps quitting?" Alyssa asked. Jackson was listening intently to her question, yet he couldn't look straight at her. His eyes continued to stay focused on the curtains keeping the robots from his view. He felt semi-confident that he would be safe from them at this time of day, but what if they overheard him giving up their secret and lunged at him? They seemed to be sentient, after all…

"I… well, I might have a few ideas. You probably wouldn't believe me, though. I don't think anybody could predict this…" Jackson muttered.

The more he spoke, the more pressure he felt raining down on him. Could he safely divulge this information? He knew by now that Fazbear Entertainment had a knack for covering things up, but to what extent would they go to? Would they even be able to hear him over the security cameras?

"You'd be baffled by the amount of insane things I believe. Crazy mysteries require crazy answers, so I really don't care how dumb you sound. It just drives me nuts not knowing what's going on, you know? I've always been interested in big conspiracy theories and stuff." Alyssa responded, taking bites out of a pizza straight from the kitchen between sentences.

Jackson tried to think of a way to adequately answer her questions, but something else kept nagging at him the longer he thought… There was someone very important to this equation that was oddly missing, someone who he needed alongside him at this very moment…

"Say, have you seen Henry around today? He was with me, so I think it's only fair if you ask him as well." Jackson said.

"Henry isn't here today, but if you need to ask him a question, perhaps I can do so in his stead?"

Jackson jumped at the sound of this new, mysterious voice that came from behind him. It was the most stereotypical British voice he had ever heard in his entire life, yet somehow unique. It sounded like that of a friendly man, someone who young children would easily trust.

Jackson turned around to be met with a tall man in a business suit standing casually in front of him. He had short black hair and somewhat substantial facial hair to go along with it. His face seemed rather friendly as well, holding a wide smile that anyone could love. However, the longer Jackson stared at the man's face, the more his head throbbed. He had seen this man somewhere before, and not just once either. Even though his smile remained unchanged, Jackson thought it started to look more like a deranged, malicious smile than a happy one…

"Uh, thanks, but… who are you exactly?"

"Oh, where are my manners… My name is William Afton, and I'm Henry's friend and partner. It's a pleasure meeting you, young man." the man said with a haughty laugh.

"Right, I'm Jackson and I'm the night guard- wait, did you say Afton?!" Jackson yelled, jumping quickly out of his chair to meet the man before him. William Afton… Henry said that he was also suspected of perpetrating the Missing Children's Incident, although seemingly to a lesser degree. If anyone had answers for him, it was him.

"That would be me, yes. You recognize my name, do you? That's to be expected, I am rather well known in the pizza entertainment business, after all." William replied.

"No, that's not it, sir. Henry told me about you when I got my job here, actually. I assume you're aware of the Missing Children's Incident that happened in 1985?" Jackson questioned enthusiastically.

The moment Jackson mentioned that event, Afton's face completely changed. He was no longer smiling, and the happiness behind his eyes seemed to fade away as he took on a more serious appearance.

"Of course I am, just as everyone around these parts is. Why do you ask?" William responded curtly.

"I was told that you were suspected of the crime at one point, but they didn't have enough evidence against you. They tried to convict me as well, but I went into a coma just after it happened and I don't have any memory of what happened back then. I was hoping you might know some of what really happened, since you were put through a similar experience."

Afton paused before speaking, staring intently at the boy in front of him. It seemed like he was thinking deeply, almost as if he was starting to remember something important. A look of surprise briefly appeared on his face, but he quickly regained his composure to begin speaking.

"Well, I didn't actually see what happened, but witnesses said that somebody in an animatronic costume of sorts took the children into a room off-limits to the public. I believe they're referring to our safe rooms, which have been out of commission for some time now. I wouldn't worry yourself too much about whether you're truly guilty or not. To my understanding, you simply tried to save the children from the murderer, but people got the wrong idea and thought you orchestrated the whole thing."

Jackson looked at the ceiling, sighing a sigh of relief. After all this time of doubting, he wasn't guilty? The hatred he had felt from random strangers over the years was completely unfounded? Jackson wanted to believe this, but something about this man's words felt off to him. It felt like he was telling the truth, but not the entire truth…

"Wait, where is Henry anyway? I really needed to talk to him about something important, and he told me he'd be still be here…" Jackson questioned.

"Ah, well, I'm not entirely sure what's wrong with him, but he called in sick and needed me to be here in his place. It's not terribly uncommon for me to fill in for him in times like this, considering I helped start this business and all. As I said, you can direct any questions toward him and I'd be happy to answer." William responded. After that conversation about eight years ago, he seemed considerably less happy than he was at first, but he was seemingly trying to feign happiness nonetheless.

"That's alright, I'll just ask him whenever he's back, it's nothing too important anyway." Jackson said. That was, of course, a lie. Calling the events of last night unimportant was doing them a huge disservice, but something about Mr. Afton was off. Jackson couldn't quite describe what it was, but it felt like he was putting on a fake persona of some kind, and his words felt almost too convincing. The longer Jackson looked at him, the less he felt like a real person.

"Well, if you say so. I'll leave you be, since I have some business to attend to. It was nice meeting you." Afton said before walking away toward the entrance, likely toward the purple car that must have belonged to him.

Jackson sat back down at the table and sighed, grabbing a piece of pizza from the plate in front of him.

"It just doesn't make any sense… Henry was supposed to be here, he was supposed to have my back, and he just disappears… I didn't think he was the coward type…" he muttered.

"I mean, maybe he just finally broke? I don't know what happened between you two last night, but it wouldn't surprise me if he'd just had enough." Alyssa said, clearly a little agitated that she had yet to get an answer to her questions.

"What do you mean?"

"Ah, I guess you probably wouldn't know." Alyssa said, a sad look appearing on her face. "The boss doesn't really like us talking about this, but he used to have a daughter. I think she'd be about our age if she was alive today."

"Wait, you mean she's-" Jackson started but he was interrupted quickly by Alyssa.

"Yeah. She's dead. She was supposedly murdered about ten years ago outside of some old restaurant that the boss used to own. I think it was called Fredbear's Family Diner, or something like that. Nobody actually saw her die, but she'd clearly been stabbed and left in the alley next to the building. I remember hearing about it on the news when it first happened."

"God, that's… tragic, to say the least. I didn't know he had been through something like that…" Jackson gasped.

"Yeah… It's a miracle her body was even found, honestly. She came to the restaurant with two boys who were her best friends or something like that. She went outside to get some fresh air or something, and the boys got worried when she didn't come back, so they went out to search for her, and found her in the alley." Alyssa explained.

"Jesus… I'm sure those two boys were probably traumatized after seeing something like that…" Jackson muttered, but just as he finished that sentence, his head started throbbing again, just as it had when he saw Afton earlier.

Ngh… Wh-why does this story… sound so familiar…

For an instant, he felt like some of his long forgotten memories were coming back to him, but there was nothing cohesive enough to show him what was really happening.

There's… the alley… that smell… blood… Wait, what is that thing?

As Jackson walked further and further down the alley, he saw a body lying behind a garbage can. What stuck out to him, however, wasn't the body, but the thing on top of the body. Whatever it was, it was tall and slender, with long arms and legs. It was wearing a terrifying mask with rosy cheeks and what looked to be tear streams running down it's face.

Then, before he even knew it, Jackson was speaking, but not of his own volition. He didn't remember ever speaking these words and he couldn't stop them from coming out as he looked down at the horrendous sight in front of him.

"Sh-she's dead… Mike… she's dead! Call for help… hurry!"

Suddenly, Jackson found himself back in the pizzeria, stumbling backwards out of his chair and onto the floor. He didn't know why, but he could feel tears running down his face. His legs were shaking, just as they had the night before when he faced the animatronics… That dream… it felt so real…

"Hey, are you alright?!" Alyssa yelled, pulling him back to his feet with a concerned look on his face.

"Y-yeah, I'm alright. What happened?" Jackson stuttered.

"I don't know, you just passed out or something while I was telling the story. It seemed like it was really resonating with you, and then you were gone. You said something while you were unconscious too, something about a Mike?" Alyssa nervously said.

"Alyssa, I need you to tell me something. What was Henry's daughter's name?" Jackson asked. Somewhere deep in his brain, there was a name that stuck out to him. A name his parents had tried to remind him of to get him to regain his memories, but it had never worked. A name that held great significance in his past.

"Uh, I think it was… Charlotte? Or something like that. Everyone called her Charlie, supposedly."

As soon as he heard that name, something in Jackson's brain clicked. He had always held a locket around his neck as a sort of good luck charm, but he never really knew the significance of it. It was just something given to him by his parents that he never questioned. Without hesitation, he pulled it off of his neck and opened it up.

He was greeted by an old photograph of three kids who looked to be around twelve or thirteen years old. The one in the center was undeniably him. To his left was a boy he didn't really recognize, and to his right was a girl, one that seemed familiar to him for all the wrong reasons. She looked exactly like the girl he had just seen in his dream…

"What's this?" Alyssa asked, trying to get a good look at the photo.

"So, you probably know that I lost my memories after the incident, right? Well, my parents tried a lot of things to get me to remember stuff. Apparently, when I was younger, I had two best friends, the ones in this picture. We were inseparable, or so I'm told." Jackson said.

"Wait… you're not saying…" Alyssa muttered.

"Maybe it's just one huge coincidence, but… what if I was one of those two boys? What if I discovered her body?"

"That's… that's insane! I mean, the boss never said anything to you, did he? Surely he'd recognize his daughter's best friend!" Alyssa exclaimed.

"Well… he did mutter something about his daughter under his breath… I mean, no wonder I got this job so easily, it all makes sense now…" Jackson responded.

"I wonder how many secrets are left in that past of yours… Wait, who's the other kid then?"

Jackson sighed before looking at Alyssa. "You're probably not going to believe me, since this definitely isn't the most credible source, but… when I passed out, I had a dream. In that dream, I found the body in the alleyway, and then I called out to somebody. Somebody named Mike."

"Wait, isn't that the name of the other security guard? I don't see him that often because he just stays in the back all day, but I'm pretty sure his name is Michael…" Alyssa gasped.

"Well, why don't we go ask? Besides, this might help me answer your question about the night watch mystery. Come on, follow me."

As Jackson and Alyssa entered the security office, they found Michael slumped over in the office chair, fast asleep. The last time Jackson saw him, he looked like he hadn't slept in days… That made sense, considering he was temporarily working the night shift.

"Should we wake him up?" Alyssa asked, pointing at the man.

"No, not yet. We have other business here." Jackson said, walking over to the camera system. "There's cameras all over this place, overseeing the entire location. If I had to guess, they're constantly recording and the files are uploaded to a database. I'm going to see if I can find last night's footage, since it's probably easier to show you what happens than to tell you."

Jackson was technically telling the truth; after all, it's rather hard to articulate the fact that the animatronics roam around at night. However, he also knew that this was the safer option. Fazbear Entertainment probably had some way of listening in on the night guards to make sure they don't divulge too much, so he didn't want to say too much out loud. He wasn't entirely certain how far they would go to silence people, but he didn't want to take too many risks.

Eventually finding the computer's stored files, he found the folder for today's footage. Each video file was for a specific hour in the day, with each recording starting on the hour and ending just before the next one. However, as he looked through the folder, he found that the first recording present was for 7 AM, the hour after his shift ended.

"Well, that's not very helpful…" Jackson muttered.

"What did you expect?" a somewhat deep voice said.

Jackson turned around to find that Michael was awake now, still sitting in the chair with bags under his eyes.

"The cameras don't record during the night. They cut off half the damn lights in the building, what makes you think the cameras would be recording at that time? That's why you're there, assuming you actually do your job."

"Oh, I did my job alright… and to my understanding, you had my position not long ago, am I right?" Jackson said.

"That's true, not that it was worth it. I only got 50 cents in overtime, but that's to be expected from this piece of shit restaurant." Michael responded, scoffing as he looked around the office.

"If it's a piece of shit, why are you still working here?" Jackson asked.

"Good question. Why are you still working here, huh?" Michael retorted.

"Money, for one. And-"

"That's right, the money. We'll just leave it at that."

Jackson sighed and walked closer to Michael. The one living person who could possibly be of any use to him and he was being this unhelpful…

"Look, you know what's going on here." Jackson started speaking in a whisper. "You've worked the night shift! You've seen those… things! You don't want to do anything about that? You think that's okay?!"

Michael took a quick glance at his watch before removing himself from his chair to meet Jackson at eye level.

"What, you think you know what's going on here? Things are much more complicated than you could know, especially now that he's here…" Michael grunted.

"Who-" Jackson started, but Michael immediately interrupted him.

"Look, I don't know why you're really here, but you should have never showed up. I'll give you one piece of advice: get the hell out of here now. If you can't bring yourself to do something as simple as that, just don't die."

Without another word, Michael began walking toward the door to leave the claustrophobic office.

"What happened to you, Mike?" Jackson yelled.

Michael briefly turned to look at the man, looking partially surprised by what he had just heard.

"I've heard about you… My parents told me about me, you, and Charlie. I still don't have all my memories, but I think they're slowly coming back to me. I even have this photograph… my good luck charm. I can't remember those times, but I can remember how they made me feel. I've never felt as happy as I did back then, but now… you're so cold… what happened to you…"

Michael took one final glance at his old friend before turning back toward the hallway to desert him.

"You should have stayed far away from here, Jackson. Far, far, away."