Years, years had gone by since he could fully remember everything after his first trip to hell. Something happened, a deal had been interfered with that only caused more harm than saving. Whatever the result it did not stop Nick from trying to remember everything that he needed to. Tyler had done her best, she spent every day until the end reminding him that he needed to remember her in order to reunite with her. Griffon. Throughout the missing gap much had happened, many had lost their lives which brought Nick to a choice of working alone to prevent attachment that only seemed to end in loss. He did owe it to her, an explanation of some sort for everything that had happened and if it wasn’t for Tyler he would have never reached as far as he was currently with his memory. It was a cloudy evening in Sioux Falls, a city in South Dakota he never thought he would be returning to but sometimes memory served a person well. Nick pulled up to a bar he heard she frequented at, it was a new talent of his that had become quite strong: tracking. Once parked he had opened the door and shut it behind him, immediately walking inside where his eyes had slowly scanned over the crowd. The bartender stared him down until Nick approached the counter. “One bourbon on the rocks.” His voice low but enough to be heard, a deep rasp slightly noticeable. When one passerby moved out of his view, they revealed a very familiar face. The bartender didn’t even serve him yet and Nick was on his way over, taking cautious steps towards his once wife and parted his lips to speak. “Hey West,” his voice was much more different, a bit softer. “I guess we have some catching up to do.”
