You've got a long path ahead of you, but you've also got a full tank of gas. The sky is a black bruise, stratus clouds like scars, but the air is cool and the road is clear. You're going to make it — no, you have to make it — no matter what. They've put your back against the wall, but you know that you're at your best when you've got nothing left to lose. You only get one shot at this, and you've got to make it count. The night is your companion, your confidant, your only protection. This time it's personal. It ends here, tonight.