"Where's my husband Tyler?" She accused menacingly with her eyes.

"He's gone. "

"What do you mean gone?" Her face was stone, but a creeping fear was manifest in her eyes.

"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."

"What have YOU DONE TO HIM?! "

The mask had been set aside.

I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

"Stop trying to control everything and just let it go. He's gone. "

" Please... I can't.. not without him..."

" Hitting bottom isn’t a weekend retreat. It’s not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying to control everything and just let go! LET GO!"

She was an irreconcilable mess on the floor. Sobbing like a dirty wretch. There's no time to waste here.

I had to go.

Project MAYHEM is waiting.