"Wake up. Tell me."

The voice in his head was faint, he tried to look but his eyes were clouded. Partly by blood, and partly by terror and mostly by fatigue. A wave of searing pain tore through his back. The voice returned.

"Wake up. Tell me your name?"

"Win-..." His voice trailed off weakly. He felt another bout of pain hit him.

"Wins...ton. Weston Crawley."

His mistake was pounced upon with more pain. At this point he was barely able to feel anything. And in the midst of that pain, Trent Weston never realized when he said out his real name. 

Trent hurriedly threw on his coat, almost rushing out of the door with his hair falling over his face as he did so. After he had turned the lock he quickly took a moment to brush his hair off his face before calling for a taxi. He wanted to be on time today. Having waited months for this chance, he didn't want to miss it.

He watched the unsuspecting man from the taxi as he walked up the footwalk. Trent's fingers were already curled around the stock of his gun when he stepped out of the cab.

Trailing him through the crowd wasn't the hard bit, but rather it was convincing himself to pull the trigger when the time arrived. His target had only just taken a turn into a more deserted alleyway when a hand on his wrist stopped him.

"Been watching you stalk that gent for a while now. Want to say what it is you want?"

Trent pulled on a scowl and turned to face the intruder. "Its revenge and you best stay out of my way."

He was drifting into a mindless sleep. For a moment he felt peace and quiet. Far away from all the nightmares which haunted him. Until...

The first drops of blood dripped onto his face. Trent panicked, not knowing where it came from. And then he saw her by his side, beautiful as ever.

But cold and lifeless.

When he woke up his bed was empty as ever, but he could still feel a void beside him. So many days had passed since that day and yet this room would keep reminding him of it.

"Revenge? And you think whatever you're going to do will make you feel better?"

I know it won't. But I still have to try.

And he hurried on, this time unimpeded.