The scene opens up and I am laying on something hard. I feel like I've been here for days. My back aches from laying on this hard surface. My head throbs, I start to think about what I drank/took last night that would give me such a headache. I look down at my knuckles to see that my knuckles are beat up but they always have been. I see no fresh tears in the flesh. Then options begin rotating through my mind as quick as slots in a slot machine. And then a dream I had while sleeping hit me. Steele came back in human form. I sit up and I begin looking around as my mind processes my latest dream. As I look around, I see sights that I seen that night. Torches that are no longer lit, the cracked ceiling of the tomb, battered stone walls and the musky smell of this room also brings back memories. But the musky smell is not the only stench in this room. A rotten smell also permeates within the room and then I turn my head to see a dead woman that lies to the right of me. I move up a little and then to the right to look down at her once again. In the process my leg rubs against a thick leather strap on the edge of what I see to be the slab that I was tied to last night. I ask myself “am I still dreaming?” as I get up off of the slab completely and look down at the dead woman and begin to pick at a crusty substance on my forehead. It crumbles off but I manage to catch some of it. I look at it to see dried blood. And with the sight of it my mind suddenly remembers.. This is her blood. I release the dried blood and watch it fall to the limestone floor.

I turn to walk up the rugged stone steps which leads to an opening. The sun is shinning bright and it not only stings my eyes at contact but also increases the headache I feel. I slowly walk up the crumbling stone steps. Then I think about that woman. I can't find myself to go to the police. I can't let them know what has happened. They already believe I might have had something to do with a couple of grizzly murders. What would they say now? Yeah I know, I'd be locked up again. And it wouldn't surprise me if they threw away the key. I don't want that but can not deny that would be for the best. That would protect future victims from my demented soul. I know that her family will want to know what happened to her but for the moment, I have no choice. I have to stay silent about this. For now I need to focus on Steele, and his jockey Chris Cooper. I need to find them. I have to get them purely for what they did to me, but maybe if this woman is watching. She could possibly get some satisfaction out of this as well when she sees them in pain. Maybe that will be enough justice for her innocent soul.

Finally I have walked out of the tomb and I see the sights of the Sunken Cemetery. Tombstones litter the woodlands where these people were forgotten or shunned. There was no one here to care for them enough to clear their cemetery and now it has grown up to hide them all.. They are forgotten souls just like I am sure to be one of these days. I don't know about these people but I truly deserve to be forgotten. I am scum..

My eyes slowly adjust to the light and I begin to walk through the woods when I come upon an area in the woodlands that sunk. At one time the ground throughout this land was level all the way across this property but shortly after the people were forgotten; The cemetery began to cave in, it began to fade away. Slowly all of the area sinks, every year.. I figure that the people are forgotten. Why would they want to be up here with us? They are slowly drifting down to the cavern of the forgotten where I will be one day.

I begin to walk down a steep hill. I try to do a skating motion down the steepest part of the hillbut I slip on some wet leaves and bust my ass right on a tree root sticking out of the ground. I briefly lose my breath as my tail bone begins throbbing. I don't get up yet but I do move to the left just enough to get off of the bulky tree root. As I sit there I reach for my shoe. Then I take my shoe off and reach my hand into my shoe. I'm feeling around for it as I'm sure it has to be there but it isn't.. “Maybe I had an off day and put it in my other shoe.” Is what I tell myself. So now I reach down and take the other shoe off. It took me no time to reach in there with an anxious mindset. For once I wasn't left disappointed. I pulled a cellophane bag of pills out of my shoe. Quickly I open the bag and pour the pills into my mouth. Then with one hard swallow, I felt the pills work their way down my esophagus until there was no trace.. Now I know that within time, I will be fine. So I wait here for what seems like an hour but realistically it hasn't been that long. Time always has a way of moving slow when you least prefer it to. Now being one of those times..

Moments go by as I think about what seems to be the past night and then I begin to notice the pills kicking in. The euphoria I feel magnifies the bright sun shiny day. I love pain pills. It never ceases to amaze me that pain pills bring me high enough it doesn't matter how shitty of a day I have had, in the end, it is a good day.

Finally I get back to my feet. I'm only a few miles from my house. It's time for me to get moving. Maybe I can find Steele but first I'd have to track Chris Cooper. I need to get walking. I'll see you all later.

The camera zooms in on a headstone surrounded by trees in the Sunken Cemetery as the scene fades to black.