i didn't know what to do. i just sat there, staring at the fuzzy television, watching them pulling pieces of her jeep up from the canyon. i was with her, how coudl it have happened? why didn't i go with her? why wasn't that me in the car? why did it have to be her? why? why? why? lia hadn't deserved to die that way. i saw the mess, i knew she was dead. i went back to the site the next day, the place was scattered with memorials and makeshift shrines to my best friend. i had to do something. her sister-in-law. dream had mentioned her, maybe if i could go talk to her.... no, she was the cause of all this and i knew it. if dream hadn't been so upset with that witch, she'd still be alive. she would. i... what was i to do? i had to get away from that place. i called the president of the wrestling corporation and told them that i was interested in signing up. we set up an interview. i wasn't exactly the best prepared, but they must have liked what they saw, because i was offered a job. unfortunately, i wasn't in any emotional state to wrestle yet, so i accepted the offer, but i had to go back east for a bit. i needed to see mary and jason. somebody needed to reming me what the meaning of life and caring was all about. hopefully, i coudl find that answer in the east.
