I left everything behind when I went to that shuttle. Didn't take a bag with me, gave my beautiful motorcycle away in front of the shuttle. I don't even know why I decided to do it, but I'm glad I did. Something inside... just told me... I had to go. Yea.

*hand jerks just a little, making liquor run over his fingertips.* ...Bones...? *looks up to his friend* What do you mean 'just'?