we open on our hero: frozen in his tracks, sweating through his jacket and his tie fits like an asthma attack. he's stuck in a moment he'd rather flee. her eyes are a watery mess. hardly a sight unseen, but it's time to come clean. and then she said, "say goodnight, say goodbye, say you're sorry, say you tried - it doesn't matter now. I'm anxious to feel alive," she said. "i've never been more terrified, but it doesn't matter now. I'm ready to feel alive." he suffers indecision. it's plagued him all his life. he sees himself at 50 with a family and a back full of knives. but then we flash back to '93 - siamese dreams and he's fearless as can be. "what became of me? what the hell?" all of his fears, they come crawling to life and haunt him like ghosts in the middle of night. "what is left for me? what am i to anyone? i can drag us both down but i'd rather stay home. all i want is one night alone. i will make my amends. all i want is one night alone. you can have your revenge."