"Hello again." Dalton banged on his table, frustrated. "No I can't just say that. These guys were my friends."

Dalton, with the help of his sisters, had found Cole and Gabe but, strangely enough, he felt like he should talk to Dana first. He wanted to find out where he was. Dana was the baby of the group, maybe it was because Dalton felt some sort of overprotectiveness.

Then there was a knock at his door. It was his sister.

"Dal? I- uh- I found Dana, but you won't like where he is."

...

Dalton entered the visitor's door. A kind woman directed him to a station and his old friend was sat in front of him. Soundproof glass stood between them. Dalton picked up his phone.

"Dana-"

"Why are you here?" Dana asked, Dalton could hear the hate in his voice. "You never called before, I didn't even get so much as a single tweet from you. Yet here you are, several years later, out of blue."

"I-I'm sorry." Dalton lowered his head in guilt.

"I-I guess it's okay now. I'm sorry, I made a couple of poor choice decisions and this is my consequence, sucks right?" Dana snorted, humourlessly.

"Dana, why are you here?" Dalton got the courage to ask.

"Why am I in jail you mean? Because I got addicted, I got addicted to stuff I knew I shouldn't be addicted to. Then I went out and broke laws, a lot of them." Dana was tearing up suddenly, he held up a hand for a second before going back to talking. "I killed people Dalton, I didn't mean to but I did, and I can't change that."

Dalton was taken aback. Dana? Dana couldn't hurt a fly! Yet there he was, in an orange jumper, saying he was a murderer.

"Dana, I'm here with news actually." Dalton's voice caught in his throat. It was as if he couldn't bring it up, but he had to, he owed it to Dana.

"What? What happened?" Dana looked worried.

"Will, David. I don't know how I can explain this but- someone killed David, right in front of Will's eyes and Will, Will's been diagnosed with schizophrenia. He thinks David's there, that he's alive, but he isn't, and I don't know what to do anymore." Dalton sniffed

"David was murdered? Where was he murdered?" Dana asked

"There was a shooting at the hotel he was staying in, Cityline Stars Hotel. I couldn't believe it either, when I found out I-" Dalton was interrupted.

"Fuck. Dal, I-I killed David." Dana said, dread in his eyes.

Before Dalton could reply to the comment a guard came up behind Dana.

"Time's up, c'mon Vaughns."

Dalton stayed, frozen. Minutes after Dana had left everything sunk in.

His friend had killed his other friend which caused one of his other friends to get schizophrenia.

This couldn't be happening.