"Six months since I last saw you...Uncle Volkan can't even face me.
Vanora has tried getting closer to me but I shoved her off unfairly.
I just want to be alone right now.
When will ya be comin' home Vaughn? The place is still clean...I promise..."

"It's been a year. I was offered to make a grave for you and I died a lil' inside.
The place is filthy. I'm filthy. Haven't taken a bath in...I don't remember.
I'm not okay. I'm worried. I refuse to believe you're dead. "

"Merry Solstice Vaughn,
I refuse to believe ya dead.
I took over your shop, I'm not sorry. You shouldn't have abandoned it.
I've been living off what Volkan sends me for months. Depressed.
Self loathing.
Dissociative.
Trying to distract myself head deep in whateva' new thing I be inventin'.
Anything to stop thinkin' about ya.
Changed the name to "Reduce, Reuse, Reinvent"
I knew you were kinda passionate about waste and 'goin' green'.
I guess this is my way to honor ya.
If you're dead, I hate not being able to say goodbye.
But if you're out there...somewhere...and you ran away.
I hate you.
A couple more months will be two years. "

How to make a guy feel like a dirtbag 101. 10/10 Val....I'm sorry I hurt you so....I'm bloody sorry....


The door unlocks and a tearful Vaughn pushes through to be reunited with his daughter.

Until the floorboard falls beneath his feet and he drops into his final challenge