Wolf awoke with a yawn, a stretch, and a few slow blinks. He stood, and looked around. It was quiet... Wolf walked around, finding Jagger gone and one of his windows shattered. He frowned. I hope this place doesn't get bullet-ridden like the last home I lived in... And I think it's time for some reminiscing. Walking out from the trailer and closing the door, Wolf looked to the wind with his guitar and sighed. The scents were gone, both of the present ones and the past, but he knew the way only for the past. Wolf walked through the Junk Yard...
... And into Memory Lane. He sighed as he found the site of numerous bullet-holes, spent shells, shrapnel, and broken glass. The scrap metal covered for most of it, but Wolf still had to watch his step, which he did quite well. Sitting on a particularly flat piece of metal, Wolf started to play Plush by Stone Temple Pilots. He closed his eyes, knowing full well that he may die as a direct result. As the cross on his necklace evidenced, Wolf still had faith.
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