Chris wasn't really the type to scream into the night, but maybe that was the point. He was the type to let things fester, to brood silently on top of the Golden Gate Bridge where he probably looked like a lunatic ready to jump. Until he lost all control. So, he took his own advice. Or at least screamed so Wilhelm wasn't the only one letting loose. Maybe he'd feel less foolish then.

And it was kind of freeing. So he screamed, for the loss of his fiancée, for the loss of his brother, for his own failure to prevent what he had thought he could prevail against. For everything he had tried, which hadn't simply been enough. For his mom who wouldn't survive in the future he had failed to prevent. For just failing so completely.

"I don't suppose you feel any better?"