Those walls just keep on going up, those doors just keep on closing.

Tommy swings his legs over the side of the bed and he just sits there while she's in the washroom. Staring at nothing. Head clouded with too many thoughts, going in too many directions.

Janet's voice echoing in in his ears

It wasn't your job, it was YOU.

You were never there!


He inhales a sharp breath and roughly rubs his forehead, trying to massage away the notion that he's making the same mistakes all over again.