In dan's dream, he saw himself being tortured. Then he escaped and murdered everyone. Bridget, Wolfe, the new guy. The he was happy and all of his pain was gone. He had seen everything the previouse day, and the part that burnt the most was Bridget kissing Wolfe. When he woke up, he felt more depressed than ever before.
I had a chance. I fucked it up...
he imidietly climbed out of the bed and walked to the edge of the roof. He watched the city down below.
maybe I should leave again. Properly this time. No, I have to show them that I'm not crazy. But Wolfe will be hard to convince. There's no way that they'll understand that I didn't do it on purpose...
Dan considered jumping. Then he wouldn't be able to care what they thought. But he didn't. He had to give Bridget one last try.
to keep me sane...
just forget it. She likes wolf. He's older and smarter and stronger...
No! I have to try...
fine, but it'll only hurt you more...
I know...
Dan suddenly felt the chill. He wasn't wearing a shirt. He took the blood stained shirt from Bridget and decided that it was unusable.
"Damn..."
He dropped the shirt over the edge and looked back to Bridget and then to Wolfe and the new guy.
"Wolfe, you can't tell him not to talk to me. You might think i'm crazy, but you're wrong. You don't know what it's like to wake up, not having any recolection of who you are and having sudden...rage...and then to fall in love with someone at first sight and see them kiss someone else. You have no idea."
I need to talk to her. And him. Alone...