Things haven't been easy on Tyler. After he was stabbed and left for dead, he could remember taking his last breath knowing his entire existence was miserable. Well, everything before and after Brooke was. When he was with her, he felt the earth move. He never experienced love like that and it made him a little crazy at the end. But he was trying his best not to think about her as he rehabilitated his body and mind at Riverwood Recovery Center. Fortunately for him, he had help — Mina was doing an excellent job keeping him both distracted and focused at the same time. But this morning was different. He had a terrible dream about the mask again. He told It he would change but It still stabbed him, stealing away any chance to live a better life. Fuck that now. Redemption was for pussies. Nothing matters in life when someone can just put on a mask and take everything away from you. "I'm not in the mood today." He didn't want to work out with her. Instead, he sat alone with a bottle of pills he stole from the storage room. He hasn't had a chance to take any yet but was slowly removing the label. "Go find someone else to help. We're not friends." He was speaking out of a place of insecurity and refortifying his walls.