Your face scrunches up while tears slowly roll down your face. You fire at Tom, killing him. You scream in anger and sorrow. You walk towards the front entrance and leave the premise. You walk home and get rest. The next morning you pack provisions and possessions in a backpack and leave your home. You grab a can of gasoline and pour it around your home. You take a cigarette from a pack of Marlsboros and take a smoke. Afterwards, you throw the cigarette on the house and walk away, starting your new life on the run.