I Don't Live in a Bubble part I

Jay couldn't help but think of Candace, the girl who had killed her father and was now going to spend much of her life behind bars. She clearly had no conscience and cared very little of how her actions affected those around her. Even worse, she had the capability to act as if she had feelings in order to fool those around her. This combination was very dangerous and he was glad that she was off the streets. In all honesty, she had fooled him initially, so it felt good to drop her off and out of the world before he went to pick up Liam from a friends house where they had been working on a project.

"How is the history paper coming along?" Jay asked as he looked in the rearview mirror at his son's face that was lit by the glow of his cell phone.

"Okay," he sighed. "But I'm doing most of the work."

"How come?"

"Because Elliot isn't very good in school and I want to get an A."

"Then maybe he should help more," Jay suggested.

"He won't and if he does, then our grade will go down."

"Does he need extra help?"

"I don't know, I think it's more because he doesn't want to try. Or maybe he's afraid to find out what happens if he does try."

"I see. Well, you do what you think is best then," Jay said thinking back to his phone call with Hailey. He finally felt a sense of freedom. She was doing better, the truth was out between them. The FBI seemed to be taking a step back, and though his relationship with Voight would struggle for some time to come, he felt at least he could breathe again. Then he saw the flashing lights behind him and in an instant everything changed.

His throat began to constrict as he returned to the very place he had discovered the truth. A nameless place off the beaten track that was now full of forensic team members hustling around a deep hole that revealed a charred skeleton. Standing nearby was a gloating FBI Agent who looked very much like he had just won the lottery.

Jay, his hands crammed into his jacket pockets, was trying to stay focused as he saw Liam slip out of the backseat of the truck. He knew the kid was too far away to hear the conversation but he was still uneasy as Liam was gazing at him and North, sensing something was very wrong. North was explaining just how much they knew and how much in control they were. Jay was trying to concentrate, but he just kept staring over at his son, losing many of the words the agent was spitting at him.

"Think about Liam," whoa thought Jay, he knew he never mentioned that he had a kid, much less given out his son's name. "He's only eleven," The agent continued. What!? Jay thought, what is going on with this guy? "You've been a single parent since he was five and his mother disappeared," he continued. Fuck, Jay thought, the agent had completely vetted Liam, their small family, all they way to its roots.

He shouldn't be surprised at the revelations, but he was anyway. He was trying to keep his emotions in check, but he was sure his shock and discomfort was slipping through; a minute twitch near his eye, the corners of his mouth dancing ever so slightly. Just moments ago he had thought they were on the other side of this, but now it was clear that couldn't be further from the truth. Walker North had been investigating him, Hailey and even Liam. He was certain now that the apartment was bugged and probably the truck as well.

"We can arrest you and Hailey, and I promise you we'll make the case," Agent North went on as he turned towards Liam somehow sensing the boy was in view. Jay had told him to stay in the truck when they arrived, but wasn't surprised that the kids curiosity had pulled him into the night. He also knew Liam would be aware of the fact that this was where they had come the one night after his soccer game.

"I can't imagine the pressure," North said turning back to Jay, who looked at the agent quizzically, uncertain what to do or say. "Being a single parent, entirely responsible for another human being, shaping them, teaching them right from wrong. Giving them the moral compass and skills for the world they will grow into.

"I think option two is the better choice, you help me take down the man that I really want; Hank Voight." North's voice cut back into Jay's ears before he drifted again.

Fossils and soccer, Jay thought from the night they were here earlier, fossils and soccer—if only life could have stayed that simple. Why had he followed through on his hunch? Because he had no other choice. Now, what was his choice?

"Think about it Detective Halstead," Agent North's voice followed him as he went back to the truck and his waiting son. "Remember what we discussed. You have thirty-six hours."

Jay tried to swallow what he had just been force fed. Thirty-six hours, he had thirty-six hours to make one of the biggest decisions of his life. One that would affect not only himself, but Liam, Hailey and of course Voight. What would he do? What could he do? How would all of them survive this? His thoughts were so jumbled up he couldn't think straight.

"What did you talk about? What's going on?" Liam asked as he looked past Jay to the white suited team scooping up evidence left and right.

"Nothing," Jay said as evenly as he could.

"Something," Liam retorted, a hint of defiance in his eyes.

Jay couldn't handle that tonight. The last thing he needed was an unruly eleven-year-old demanding answers that he simply couldn't reveal. "Get in the truck," Jay ordered, and practically sighed in relief when Liam quickly did as he was told, hopping up into the front seat.

Liam was quiet as Jay swung the truck around, the boy looking out the window at the worker bees in white suits hauling the remains out of their resting place. His eyes coming to rest on Agent North.

"Isn't this—" Liam began as they made it back to the street, but Jay stopped him by putting his hand on his son's leg and putting his finger to his lips indicating him to be quiet.

"Give me a minute Liam, please." Jay said trying to buy some time. His face pale, revealing the nausea that was rising within him.

Liam took the hint and stopped talking, but then quickly licked his lips and opened his mouth again and Jay was ready to interrupt him again and put his finger back to his lips. "Is it okay that I'm sitting up front?" The boy said, changing his words from his initial statement.

"Yeah. I prefer you in the back, but you can stay up here for now," Jay replied as Liam unbuckled and reached into the back for his backpack. He pulled out his notebook, turned on the dome light and wrote down "bug?" in large letters. Jay nodded yes.

"I'm going to read some of my homework," Liam said as continued to scribble in his notebook.

"Sure," Jay replied, impressed that his son had caught on so quickly.

Liam shoved the notebook back at Jay. "FBI? What case? Are you in trouble?"

Jay nodded yes but then shook his head. But he swallowed hard, realizing he was in trouble. Deep trouble. Agent North was more than aware that taking aim at Liam would be one thing that would hit Jay in the heart, perhaps even more so that his love for Hailey.

"Can we get hot chocolate at Mindy's?" Liam asked.

"Not tonight, it's late," Liam looked back at his father, his eyes uncertain, but almost gleaming as if he was the one in charge.

Liam scribbled again. "FBI? What is going on? Is the apartment bugged? Is my phone bugged?"

Jay looked over again and read the questions. "Probably," he said as he turned the radio on to cover his voice.

Liam scribbled again. "Well shit."

Jay looked over, read the sentence and then twisted his face in displeasure at his son.

"Tell me what is happening! If they are in my house and my phone, I should know why!" Liam scrawled rapidly. His eyes terrified.

"You know, let's go get that hot chocolate," Jay said as he turned at the corner heading the other direction. They needed to talk and Liam wasn't going to let that fact go. But what would he tell his son?

Jay headed back towards Damen Ave. The cafe Liam requested was in their old neighborhood of Bucktown, several blocks from Liam's old elementary school. It was wedged between an auto repair shop and some other business. The restaurant had all kinds of hot chocolate choices, pastries and lunch and dinner menu; a place they had frequented during their residence in the neighborhood. They found parking and once they were out of the truck Liam looked over at Jay out of the corner of his eye and then stepped in front of him.

"What is happening? Who was that guy?"

"An FBI agent, just like you thought. Have you seen him before tonight?"

"No. I don't think so." Liam replied, chewing on his lip as if he was deep in thought, his eyes dancing, looking away. His posture seemed uncertain.

"Anyone like him? Has anyone seemed out of place lately?" Jay pushed, not sure what he was seeing in Liam's response. He recalled Liam staring at North as they left the vacant lot.

"Am I in trouble?" Liam asked, his eyes wide.

"This has nothing to do with you," Jay began, even though at this point it did have everything to do with Liam. Suddenly his son was a pawn in a game he didn't deserve to be playing. "It's a case. A tough case."

"The case that had Hailey not eating or sleeping, and looking like a zombie? The one that had her drink a whole bottle of booze? The case that had you talking in the bathroom with the shower running? Or not talking to each other at all? That case?" Liam rattled off, his eyes wide.

Jay had no idea Liam had been aware of any of this. His son had been quiet since they had moved in with Hailey and he thought it was because of the new dynamic, but apparently it was because he had been watching everything and aware of so much more than Jay had ever thought.

"Look, you know that I can't talk to you about work."

"You can if there's bugs in the apartment. In the truck. I was going to ask if that was the same place as before, where we went when you punched Sarge. But you stopped me, because you didn't want them to know. Are they going to ask me questions? Are they going to ask me if I've been there before? Do I have to tell them what I saw you do?"

Jay felt as if an avalanche had just spilled down and swept him up, enveloping him in a place where he couldn't breathe. His son was the first target, not Voight. Liam was everything to Walker North. Did they know Liam was with him that night? How far would they twist the boy to get Jay's cooperation? What would it do to his son? Whether he cooperated, lied, told the truth—it would all mark him in unfathomable ways.

They walked into the small cafe and Liam ordered a hot chocolate, some dark, creamy concoction with a two huge marshmallows swimming on top. Jay wanted coffee, but knew it was the last thing he needed. He also had a desire for one of the advertised cocktails, the one with vodka or the gin smash would do nicely. But he was driving, had Liam with him, and needed the ability to think clearly, so he chose vanilla milkshake, maybe the brain freeze would do him good.

The cafe had a scattering of tables, adhering to the rules of social distancing . The only other patrons were a young couple drinking wine. Newlyweds? First date? Either way, they gazed at one another as if there was no one else in the world that was worthy of their attention.

He handed over a twenty and they went and sat down at a round table by the picture window, a view of the dark sidewalk and street beyond it. "You have the right to know some things, because apparently you are included in this. But I am not telling you details that you have no business knowing. Okay?" Liam blew on his drink before taking a sip, looking up with a chocolate mustache that he failed to lick away with his attempt.

"Okay."

"We had a case, a very tough and important case."

"The one with dead boys?" Liam asked.

"How do you know about that?"

"News. I don't live in a bubble. I go to the library every night to wait for you to pick me up when the after school program ends. They have newspapers there. Newspapers have news." This was all true, but Liam learned the case from an app that Jay wasn't aware of, and he wasn't allowed to have. It alerted him when high profile cases hit the city—high profile cases that the Intelligence Unit would most likely be involved in.

"No, not that case."

"Kim. It's about who shot her isn't it?" Liam asked drinking more of his sweet beverage.

When did his son get so smart? Apparently when he wasn't looking, the simple life of fossils and soccer had already slipped away without him even noticing. "Yes. It was about that case. We had a lot going on and there's some questions about it."

"Did Sarge do something he shouldn't have and that's why you were mad and hit him?"

"We disagreed on something but I shouldn't have hit him. I was wrong to do that."

"Does the FBI know you did that?"

"No."

"But I do. Are they on my phone? Can they hear me? Read my texts?"

"Honestly son, I don't know. But I think we need to believe that they can." Jay replied, trying to keep his voice calm and reassuring despite the fact that he felt neither.

"So I should just keep doing normal stuff so they don't know that I know?"

"Yes. Just like at home we need to pretend everything is normal." Jay looked over at Liam who was looking out the window as he leaned forward against the round table. Panic suddenly squeezed Jay. All the what if's came down on him in a heap. Liam wouldn't go in the system, he had made sure of that through a lawyer. Will would get full custody if anything ever happened to him. Death, incapacitation or—he went to prison. What would that do to the kid? His cop father in prison. His cop father's fiance right beside him.

"Are you going to leave me?" Liam asked, somehow reading Jay's mind.

"Never. There's just some things that have to be clarified."

"Then why didn't you just do that tonight?"

"Because it's kind of complicated."

"That's what adults always say when they don't want to tell you the truth. Hailey did something or Sarge did something and you saw it. Or you did it too," Liam accused as he put his elbows on the table leaning towards Jay. The employee and the couple looked over their way briefly, pretending not notice the outburst after they got a quick peek at the disturbance.

"It'll be okay. I promise." Jay replied quietly.

"You can't promise that. It wasn't okay tonight. I could tell. What am I supposed to tell them if they talk to me?" Liam said more quietly, but still louder than Jay preferred.

"You tell them the truth. I would never ask you to do anything other than that."

"What if it gets you into more trouble? How do I live with that?"

"I expect you to tell the truth. No matter what. And they may never talk to you."

"That agent looked at me. Right at me. I didn't like it. It was like he wanted to eat me for dinner or something."

"You tell me if he comes near you, if you see him anywhere around. If anyone shows you a badge and wants to talk to you, you tell them no. Not without me knowing about it, okay? They should never come straight to you."

"But they might. What if they do? They might make me scared so I'll say something I'm not supposed to."

"Maybe."

"But I won't. I won't say anything I'm not supposed to. I can't even remember where we were before. Some field where I was looking for fossils, that's where we were."

Jay wished he had gone with gin smash as he looked over at his anguished son. Did he sacrifice his son for Hailey? Did he try to save Hailey because he couldn't do the same for Emma?

Liam remained quiet, sipping his hot chocolate, looking out into the night, lost in his own thoughts. Jay looked at his son, his mind whirring in the silence, his milkshake untouched. Suddenly he felt a wave of nausea. How could he have let this happen? The last few months had already been rocky, and now this. Liam wasn't doing well with the move, hence his request to come back to the old neighborhood for hot chocolate. Even though he was able to attend the same charter school, it meant a longer drive to get there, meaning an earlier departure time that usually began with Jay badgering him to hurry up all morning. And instead of walking home after the school program ended, he had to go the library and wait to be picked up. He loved the library, but still, it wasn't home. Liam and Hailey had always gotten along, but he seemed to be distancing himself from her. The other night, when Jay wasn't home, Liam had yelled at her that she couldn't tell him what to do. It was something he still needed to discuss with him, but it wasn't going to happen tonight.

Liam took another drink and continued to look out the window until he abruptly got up and said he wanted to go home. Jay nodded, leaving their unfinished drinks, they walked back into the cool air to the truck. Jay couldn't help but wonder if Liam would sit in the front seat or back, and what his choice might mean. He felt as if he chose the back, Liam was already disconnecting, but the front would mean—well who knows what either of it meant, if it meant anything at all. Liam was eleven, almost in shock of what he had learned, frustrated with what he hadn't learned, and most of all; tired.

Jay beeped the locks open and without hesitation, Liam yanked open the front door and climbed in. He grabbed his notebook and pen, before he buckled up, but didn't write anything. Jay thought it might just be a reminder not to talk.

A few times Jay looked over and thought his son was asleep but he could see Liam blink as he stared out the passenger window. As they got closer to home Liam rapidly wrote a short sentence. It almost seemed as if it was in anger, pushing down harder than he needed to on the paper. Jay expected him to share it, but instead he just ripped the section from the paper, folded it in half and shoved it in his pocket.

Once home, Jay discovered a note from Hailey on the kitchen counter saying that she had gone out for milk, bread and more peanut butter, since Liam had demolished the last jar. He told Liam to get ready for bed and he'd be in shortly to check on him.

He then went into his bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. He tried to find an expression that would portray the confidence he no longer felt. How the hell did he end up here? One day it was a celebration of Kim surviving, followed by frustration that Roy had gotten away. Then it was Hailey coming off the rails and Jay finding out the truth. And though that revelation and subsequent relationship building had seemed to end on a high note, Agent North had taken it all away in one conversation. A conversation Hailey knew nothing about. He had texted her, saying he and Liam had stopped for a snack, but gave no specifics as to why. What the hell was he going to do?

He splashed some water on his face and went to check on Liam who was already in bed. "Did you brush your teeth?"

"Yeah," Liam replied, his back towards the door. His voice sounding shaky.

"You okay?"

"Fine," Liam replied, his back still towards Jay.

Jay sat down on the bed and looked over as Liam dragged the back of his hand across his face, trying to hide his tears. "Oh buddy," he said pulling his son up to him. "It will be okay. I will do everything to make it okay," he said as he held his son whose arms slipped around him and hung on so tightly Jay couldn't take a full breath. He was certain that Liam could feel his his heart beating as it pounded away, ripe with emotion.

They stayed that way for nearly thirty seconds before Liam's arms went slack and he let go. "Okay," he said, wiping his eyes again.

Jay leaned forward and kissed his son on the head. "Lay down," he instructed as he pulled up the blankets. "Do you want me to stay with you?"

"No. It's okay," Liam stated.

"Okay then," Jay said as he stood up. "If you change your mind, yell out." A big part of him hoped that he would be called back, if no other reason but to believe his son still trusted him. Still loved him.

"Okay." Jay began to move towards the door before Liam stopped him. "Wait," he said reaching over to his nightstand. Jay saw the note that the boy had written in the truck and stuffed into his pocket. "Here," he said handing it to Jay. "You're sure I'm not in trouble?"

"I'm absolutely, one hundred percent certain that you are not in trouble," he said as he took the note and unfolded it and read the four words that he had needed the most. "I love you Dad" scrawled across the paper. "I love you too," Jay said quietly, with a gratitude he couldn't put into words as he turned off the light. "Tomorrow will be a better day."

"Okay," Liam replied, but his tremulous voice betrayed his answer and Jay's assurances.

Suddenly Jay felt exhausted, as if every last bit of energy had been taken from him. He looked at the note that Liam had just given him, once more, and sighed as he folded it and tucked into his pocket. He then sat down on the couch, leaned forward and held his head in his hands. He sat up and leaned back, trying to regain his composure. He tried to breathe deeply, calmly. He thought back to Liam poking at the dirt, wondering if there were fossils out in the field. The kid had always been fascinated with them and the dinosaur exhibit at the Field Museum was his favorite. But weeks later, digging had happened and what was found was much worse and more telling. If he could go back what would he have done differently? Was there anything that he could have changed? Somehow in the midst of all of it, he believed it would be fine in the end. But it wasn't, it couldn't be further than fine.

It had been a good shoot, Hailey wouldn't have done it otherwise. A bad guy was dead, no longer a threat and that was good as well. However, just like so many things that surrounded Voight, it was encompassed by everything wrong.

Why did it seem as if evil could never just stick to those who served it? Roy was an awful person and Jay had no pangs of remorse for the mans death, but it was as if he was bringing down any decency that had surrounded him. That Hailey and Liam could pay for this guys sins seemed beyond unfair. Deeds written in blood and those that tried to clean it up only seemed to become stained.

He thought of Liam's recent tears. This was the last thing they needed. The kid already had a rough time with his and Hailey's relationship. Jay remembered back when he was with Erin and Liam had struggled then too. He had only been eight, and a bit more pliable, able to see the upside to having his father in a committed relationship. However, since moving in with Hailey, things hadn't gone all that well. Of course Liam had watched Erin and Jay's relationship disintegrate, so perhaps he was keeping his distance for another reason. But this relationship was different. Hailey had given up a huge opportunity to stay in Chicago, to stay with him. They worked well together, they had something, something he didn't want to risk letting go.

Initially, Hailey was going to move in with them to their Bucktown apartment. Her place was the nicer of the two, but only had one bedroom. Therefore, the thought was to consolidate into the Halstead homestead, but then they thought Liam might become territorial about it being his house. He was already possessive concerning Jay and didn't need anything else to claim as his, or see Hailey as an invader. Then this place became available and seemed meant to be, with its fantastic views and spacious living area. A new start for all of them. At first, Liam had been excited. He loved the cityscape just outside the window—being up high. He was thrilled with the modern feel, the bigger bedroom and his own bathroom. But now he was missing his old neighborhood, the kids down the street and the few steps it took to be outside.

There were other kids in the building, but Jay had to admit it wasn't the same. Liam had befriended a twelve-year-old girl down the hall, Penny or Patty, no, it was Paisley. There was also a thirteen-year-old boy one floor down that Jay didn't completely trust, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it yet. He rarely let Liam go outside without supervision, something that the boy had enjoyed regularly at their old address.

There was a park a few blocks away, but Jay had reluctantly allowed him to go there without an adult twice and only when he was with Paisley. And he had kept an eye on his phone watching the dot that represented Liam remain in the park. Both times he walked down before Liam had to be home and watched him from afar until he was spotted and they walked back home together.

When Liam wanted to go by himself, Jay had denied the request causing objections and grievances about why did they move here if he was going to be kept a prisoner. Jay had to admit that his son had a point.

There was a great rooftop deck, but it had only become another source of frustration as you had to be at least sixteen or be with an adult to enjoy the view.

Their lease was only for a year, and maybe by the time it ended, they would be ready to buy a place. When his dad sold the family home he had thought about buying it. He knew Pat would have offered him a fair price for Liam's sake. The neighborhood had changed some, but not that much. Prices had been creeping up with the whole gentrification wave starting to lap at Canaryville. The schools were so-so, but the neighborhood Catholic school that he and Will had attended would have been an option. With his overtime he could have scraped up the tuition. But Liam wouldn't have been to excited about wearing a uniform or the whole religious thing. Jay hadn't been during his time there. However, Liam had loved the house and the yard. The family friendly street where the kids still played, yelling out "car" when one approached and ran from one house to the other to play. Or maybe that didn't happen anymore as everyone was inside glued to a screen. In the end, Jay didn't even voice his thoughts of the house, not even to Will. The memories, the ghosts were too much of a presence to allow him to live there peacefully.

If he and Hailey ended up in prison, there wouldn't be much peace there either. He tried to shake the thoughts out of his head, but was unsuccessful. He felt as if a bomb was about to go off and even if he jumped on top of it, the damage would still be too great.

He should have had Hailey pick Liam up tonight, but since they were still in the process of working their relationship out and Jay didn't want to push it. And truth be told, he enjoyed having the private moments with his son. He only wished they wouldn't be full of such dramatic moments. Why couldn't he just have a normal relationship with his son, was that too much to ask for? He felt as if everything was broken and he was the one responsible for breaking it. He shook his head and realized that despite his success in not making the same mistakes his father had, he had made different ones; and they were much worse.

He got up from the couch and went over and reread Hailey's note. She had included the time and it appeared that she had left shortly before they came home. He knew she would walk and take the long way to the store as it always helped to clear her head. So he went further into the kitchen and reached to the top shelf of a tall cabinet and took down a bottle of Jack Daniels, not bothering with a glass.

He took a couple of swigs and realized this wasn't the answer. He capped the bottle and put it back in the cabinet and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He took the note from Liam back out of his pocket and looked at it again, noticing something written on the back he hadn't seen earlier. Liam had added several sentences to the back and when Jay read them, his eyes widened and his heart nearly exploded. The threat of thirty-six hours was screaming at him even louder than before. A day and a half wasn't much time at all to figure it all out. He tried to keep his breath even and take it one step at a time. First, he decided that he wasn't going to tell Hailey, he knew what she would do and it was the last thing he wanted. Then he decided he had to tell Voight. They had always had their differences, and yes the last few weeks the tension had been high, but Voight brought something to the job that very few were willing or able to do. And despite everything, Jay did respect that, and had no desire to bring the man down. So what did that leave? With the words that he had just read, he knew he couldn't let Walker North win. Not this way. Morals and ethics be damned. North had made a vital mistake when he involved Liam, one that he would soon regret.

He texted Hailey to find that she was about five minutes away. He checked on Liam whose even breathing and stillness indicated that despite the rough evening he had found rest. He had to believe that it was because Liam knew Jay would make everything okay and because his son believed that, he had to make it happen. He grabbed his keys, patted his pocket that held the precious and telling note and headed back down to the parking garage and jumped into the truck. He pulled out into the street and waited until he saw Hailey coming and enter the building. He then texted her that he had been called back to the central detention center for a minor issue and that Liam was sleeping.

He just needed to be out. He couldn't handle being inside, the walls closing in on him. His thoughts and anger pounding the hell out of him. He took the note out once more, as if he didn't believe it the first time he read it. Liam's words were uneven, slanting despite the lines, as if he had broken them free and they couldn't be held in. "I lied. I've seen him before. The FBI guy was at my school twice, maybe more. He was at the library too. I think he was watching me." He saw Hailey's call come in and ignored it. He didn't think he had the ability to lie to her, she would know something was off and wouldn't stop until he told her the truth. When his phone chirped again he saw it was a call for assistance at Midway, so he flipped on his lights and sped that way.

As the Midway case unfolded, the irony wasn't lost on Jay. The driver only had tried to help someone, an apparent victim who had put herself in that position despite the ramifications, and the good Samaritan had paid with her life.

He tried to focus on what needed his attention, but North's warnings and promises echoed in his head. The fact that he had stalked his son. What was he hoping to accomplish? Letting Jay know that he was vulnerable? That North was way ahead of him, by tracking his eleven-year-old son? That he was in the drivers seat? Jay tried to digest it all as he thought about what Liam was doing at school and how his morning had gone. Hailey had gotten him up and off to school and he knew she was somewhat suspicious of his absence.

He had checked his phone repeatedly in case his son had texted him, but there had been nothing. He wasn't sure if that was a good sign or a bad one. He had already spoken with Voight. Told him everything from the night before including Liam's apparent involvement. But when Hank stated he would take care of it, Jay put the brakes on. His rogue ways had caused this fiasco and Jay wasn't about to sit back and let the disease masquerade as the cure. It was his family at stake and he'd be damned if he was going to stay out of it.

To be continued...

Soundtrack:

In Darkness We Trust by Deadly Circus Fire

I Wrote in Blood by Still Corners

Will It Ever Be The Same by Young Summer