A funeral drove me away and now a funeral brought me home. Home – what the hell? This town hasn’t changed in the years I’ve been gone. I stand here thinking, trying to come to terms with the fact my best friend is gone. Isaac Stone was the best of us – a rock hard loyal brother and friend and the most gentle soul I’ve ever known. Good thing those that killed are dead – well at least most of them are. I know one that got a way – but he won’t last long – I’m good at what I do.